Thisabundanceoflighthadsomethingindescribablyreassuringaboutit。Life，sap，heat，odorsoverflowed；onewasconscious，beneathcreation，oftheenormoussizeofthesource；inallthesebreathspermeatedwithlove，inthisinterchangeofreverberationsandreflections，inthismarvellousexpenditureofrays，inthisinfiniteoutpouringofliquidgold，onefelttheprodigalityoftheinexhaustible；and，behindthissplendorasbehindacurtainofflame，onecaughtaglimpseofGod，thatmillionaireofstars。
Thankstothesand，therewasnotaspeckofmud；thankstotherain，therewasnotagrainofashes。Theclumpsofblossomshadjustbeenbathed；everysortofvelvet，satin，goldandvarnish，whichspringsfromtheearthintheformofflowers，wasirreproachable。
Thismagnificencewascleanly。Thegrandsilenceofhappynaturefilledthegarden。Acelestialsilencethatiscompatiblewithathousandsortsofmusic，thecooingofnests，thebuzzingofswarms，theflutteringsofthebreeze。Alltheharmonyoftheseasonwascompleteinonegraciouswhole；theentrancesandexitsofspringtookplaceinproperorder；thelilacsended；thejasminesbegan；
someflowersweretardy，someinsectsinadvanceoftheirtime；
thevan—guardoftheredJunebutterfliesfraternizedwiththerear—guardofthewhitebutterfliesofMay。Theplantaintreesweregettingtheirnewskins。Thebreezehollowedoutundulationsinthemagnificentenormityofthechestnut—trees。Itwassplendid。