There are certain wild flowers which have earned the name of weed because of an undeniably disagreeable attribute of entangling themselves in the destinies of passersby. Nobody seems to love a flower which produces armed fruits which in late summer and autumn hook themselves into any cloth or wool or fur which brushes against them, and, later on, arc difficult to remove. When the plant has the further disadvantage of insignificant flowers, then the whole thing seems, to us, to be a waste of Nature's time and effort.

White Avens.

Geum canadense Jacq.

June Woods.

It is easy to look at the wild things from the viewpoint of a human being with certain needs and values, certain attitudes and dislikes, certain standards of conduct and beauty. It is not so easy to observe a plant objectively for what it is, as an item in Nature's economy which may have a reason for being which is quite beyond human understanding or appreciation. The fact that a plant is there, has survived glacial epochs and the cataclysms of the geologic past, and is able efficiently to attract the proper insects which fertilize the seeds, and i- able to distribute them to other places where they will grow and not crowd the parent plant. should be enough to recommend it.

So here is avens, minor member of the magnificent Rose family. Here are weedy little plants with thin stems and leaves which are a good deal like those of a blackberry, and flowers which are reduced to scarcely visible white petals around a large stamen-filled center. A- soon a- the petals fall, the center develops into a seed head composed of many fruits, each topped with a curving prickle. This easily becomes attached to to creatures passing by and the seeds thus are transported tar away.