3O MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



which I detest), and squash (which I tolerate), 

 and parsnips, and the whole round of green 

 things. 



I have pretty much come to the conclusion 

 that you have got to put your foot down in gar- 

 dening. If I had actually taken counsel of my 

 friends, I should not have had a thing growing 

 in the garden to-day but weeds. And besides, 

 while you are waiting, Nature does not wait. 

 Her mind is made up. She knows just what 

 she will raise ; and she has an infinite variety of 

 early and late. The most humiliating thing to 

 me about a garden is the lesson it teaches of the 

 inferiority of man. Nature is prompt, decided, 

 inexhaustible. She thrusts up Ler plants with a 

 vigor and freedom that I admire ; and the more 

 worthless the plant, the more rapid and splendid 

 its growth. She is at it early and late, and all 

 night ; never tiring, nor showing the least sign 

 ^>f exhaustion. 



