of a thorough wetting. Even when the dew has dried there are innumerable springs & streams in every valley & in the most arid places on the hill side. The whole country must be full of springs from the valleys to the very out community. It is thus I suppose with heavy rainfall & short season which is responsible for the luxuriant grass and the host of magnificent flowers. From June to August the valley hills & mountains are covered with life a marvellous garden and the woods ablaze with color. Blue bells, clustering so thickly that their stalks bent under the weight of blossoms carpet the open spots with a sheet of azure - to score of other flowers, plowers of every rainbow hues racing about like sparkles among the grass. Of them all I think I think I liked best, the wild poppies. Their pale yellow faces are so they have a delicate fragile beauty also which is wonderfully appealing. They are like the alabam poppies which look up so happily from the storm swept hills of the Priverfields. At Mega on the Argun - we there are said to be countless berries, but I have not seen them here Save for a diminutive patch of strawberries.