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have doubled their size since they were set 

 out, and promise fine, heahhy plants for the 

 spring. I have never forgotten a garden I 

 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 is the work 

 in the open — the producing something of 

 one's own by healthy, happy labour, that is 

 the best part of gardening. Besides grow- 



