The burdock never grows alone, but where there grows one there always grow several: it is a great delight, and all this delightfulness is snails' food.
We are provided with a house from our birth, and the burdock forest is planted for our sakes!
Do you not think that there are some of our species at a great distance in the interior of the burdock forest?"
Now, there was an old manor-house, where they no longer ate snails, they were quite extinct; but the burdocks were not extinct, they grew and grew all over the walks and all the beds; they could not get the mastery over them--it was a whole forest of burdocks.
"Or the burdocks have grown up over it, so that they cannot come out.
Before this ugly edifice, and between it and the wheel-track of the street, was a grass-plot, much overgrown with
burdock, pig-weed, apple-pern, and such unsightly vegetation, which evidently found something congenial in the soil that had so early borne the black flower of civilised society, a prison.
Here in soap boxes hidden among the trees were stored all their treasures: wee baskets and plates and cups made of
burdock balls, bits of broken china for parties, dolls, soon to be outgrown, but serving well as characters in all sorts of romances enacted there,--deaths, funerals, weddings, christenings.
Running down the long hall, she peeped out at both doors, but saw nothing feathered except a draggle-tailed chicken under a
burdock leaf.
In Allan Water, near by where it falls into the Forth, we found a little sandy islet, overgrown with
burdock, butterbur and the like low plants, that would just cover us if we lay flat.
Little details gave each field a particular physiognomy, dear to the eyes that have looked on them from childhood: the pool in the corner where the grasses were dank and trees leaned whisperingly; the great oak shadowing a bare place in mid-pasture; the high bank where the ash-trees grew; the sudden slope of the old marl-pit making a red background for the
burdock; the huddled roofs and ricks of the homestead without a traceable way of approach; the gray gate and fences against the depths of the bordering wood; and the stray hovel, its old, old thatch full of mossy hills and valleys with wondrous modulations of light and shadow such as we travel far to see in later life, and see larger, but not more beautiful.
Stubbornly, as though insisting on its rights, the wind stopped Levin, and tearing the leaves and flowers off the lime trees and stripping the white birch branches into strange unseemly nakedness, it twisted everything on one side--acacias, flowers,
burdocks, long grass, and tall tree-tops.
On either side extended a ruinous wooden fence of open lattice-work, through which could be seen a grassy yard, and, especially in the angles of the building, an enormous fertility of
burdocks, with leaves, it is hardly an exaggeration to say, two or three feet long.