36 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



FIFTH WEEK. 



~T~ LEFT my garden for a week, just at 

 * the close of the dry spell. A 

 season of rain immediately set in, and 

 when I returned the transformation was 

 wonderful. In one week, every vegeta 

 ble had fairly jumped forward. The 

 tomatoes which I left slender plants, 

 eaten of bugs and debating whether 

 they would go backward or forward, 

 had become stout and lusty, with thick 

 stems and dark leaves, and some of 

 them had blossomed. The corn waved 

 like that which grows so rank out of 

 the French-English mixture at Water 

 loo. The squashes I will not speak 

 of the squashes. The most remarkable 

 growth was the asparagus. There was 



