"...I think that some of you have been with me at Willow Farm before to-day. When we were there we went into the farmer's fields in early spring and saw the men and horses at work with ploughs and harrows. A little later on we saw some of the crops sown such as barley and turnips. In summer we were in the hay-and corn-fields and later still we saw the ricks being made.To-day we are at Willow Farm again and I want to show you some of the flowers that grow there. I do not mean those which Mrs. Hammond the farmer's wife grows in her garden pretty as they are. We will look rather at the wild flowers in the fields the hedges and by the road-side in the lane. No one sows their seed nor takes care of them in any way; yet they grow and blossom year after year and nearly all of them are beautiful..."