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in the spring. I have put out, also, dozens 
of Roman hyacinths, blue, red, and blush, 
because I have seen a garden which has 
wreaths of them about the flower beds. 
And I know that with the coming of spring 
my flowering shrubs will spread their white 
and pink plumes, sweet-williams and daffodils 
will paint the borders with a bold brush, 
orange lilies bloom beside fragrant June 
roses. For my little garden is fairly started 
now. I have gone on adding new borders 
when I had time to work, getting in supplies 
of street sweepings and manure and leaf 
mould. And these new borders have been 
filled with occasional purchases of plants, 
and with such hardy perennials as an amateur 
can raise from seed. Above all, digging, 
bordering, planting, everything almost with- 
out exception had been done with my own 
hands. And this is the greatest pleasure to 
be had from gardening after all, to be close 
to the warm earth, indifferent to clothes, 
watching the tiny forms of life, and happily 
at work. 
