Wellesley College - Legenda Yearbook (Wellesley, MA)

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10 WELLE8LEY COLLEGE LEGENDA. fection; then it is like a great opal in coloring, — pink, bine, violet; sky, water, air, and shore catch the changing colors and all the beauty of the lake stamps itself upon the heart and brain. From the winding walk around the cove, at sunset on a June day, there is a picture which is not soon forgotten. At the left of the lake, as one leaves the meadow, the lawn like a mantle of velvet slopes to the water ' s edge ; along the banks are great clumps of rhododendrons, turning their faces toward the water until it is almost as rosy as they; the Hunnewell gardens, with their curiously cut evergreens and low white wall, give a touch of Italy to the scene; and the sun, setting in splendor beyond the hills, brings out all the tints of flowers, trees, and sky. This is the time to drift lazily in a boat among the lily-pads, up the narrow inlet, under the low stone bridge and between banks fringed Avith delicate ferns, or to turn one ' s way toward the sea of gold in the west and steer for a land richer than the fabled El Dorado. Lake Waban in the sunlight is resplendent, but Lake Waban under a gTay sky, with a soft veil of mist thrown over the tree-tops, has a charm of its own. It recalls to memory some mid-winter morning when the Wellesley world awoke to find pines and firs stiff in their armor of ice and snow, and a robe of dazzling white over lake and shore. Down by the avenue a clump of rhododendrons blazes in the June sunlight, their dark leaves and great blossoms min- gling with the pale pink of the laurel and vivid red of the azalea. Beyond this mass of color, oaks stretch away toward the lake, a gleam of blue through the green leaves, and the campus rolls as soft and green as if English rains and suns had nurtured it for centuries. The lover of color can find no more fascinating spot; the green of leaf and grass, the gold of the sunset, the blue of sky and lake, gray walls, and pink laurel paint a picture which is the delight of that inward eye long after the reality has become only a memory. Recollections of Tree Day cluster about the campus, — of stately seniors in cap and gown; gay juniors in the green and