MIDWINTER GARDENS 



and joy in machinery and machine results. 

 An itinerant ignoramus comes round with his 

 own lawn-mower, the pushing of which he now 

 makes his sole occupation for the green half of 

 the year, and the entire length, breadth and 

 thickness of whose wisdom is a wisdom not of 

 the lawn but only of the lawn-mower: how to 

 keep its bearings oiled and its knives chewing 

 fine; and the lawn becomes staringly a factory 

 product. 



Then tyranny turns the screw again, and in 

 the bliss of publicity and a very reasonable de- 

 sire to make the small home lot look as large 

 as possible, down come the fences, side and 

 front, and the applauding specialist of the lawn- 

 mower begs that those obstructions may never 

 be set up again, because now the householder 

 can have his lawn mowed so much quicker^ 

 and he, the pusher, can serve more customers. 

 Were he truly a gardener he might know some- 

 what of the sweet, sunlit, zephyrous, fragrant 

 out-door privacies possible to a real garden, and 

 more or less of that benign art which, by skil- 

 ful shrubbery plantings, can make a small 



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