122 A Little Maryland Garden 
banks and woodland scents perfumed the 
air. 
The L is furnished for summer. A 
hammock is slung in the shade, and there 
is a wicker table for work and books, a 
chair, and a comfortable garden seat. Here 
is absolute privacy, and it is an invitation 
to idleness and a receptive state of mind. 
In the words of old Andrew Marvell’s delight- 
ful poem, 
Annihilating all that ’s made 
To a green thought in a green shade. 
This quaint old poem fitly defines one’s 
mood and feeling toward the garden in 
summer, though we would not all agree 
with the selfish sentiment, 
Two paradises were in one, 
To live in Paradise alone. 
A good companion is pleasant in a garden 
in June, as by a fire in December. But 
solitude out of doors is not lonely, for the 
incessant stir of little life goes on. 
Given a summer day, orange lilies glowing 
