A Little Maryland Garden 197 
have doubled their size since they were set 
out, and promise fine, healthy plants for the 
spring. I have never forgotten a garden lI 
played in as a child, where there were great 
Canterbury bells, white and dark blue, that 
I made into flower dolls. They are flowers 
that all children love. 
But the time has come to say good-bye, 
when I can only plan for the future, and the 
garden has dwindled down to a flower here 
and a leaf there for me to pore over. I 
must cover up these playmates of a summer 
for their long sleep. 
I cannot close this record of a small gar- 
den without trying to express in some slight 
way the pleasure it has given me. This has 
been more than the raising of flowers, the 
having them in profusion for the house, and 
to give to friends; more even than came from 
the garden picture as a whole, with all its 
changes during the year. But it isthe work 
in the open—the producing something of 
one’s own by healthy, happy labour, that is 
the best part of gardening. Besides grow- 
