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hesitated when confronted with a choice between a 

 new gown and well, say the same amount spent 

 in peonies, peach trees, roses and rhubarb plants. 

 No wonder the first woman gardener could only 

 afford the fig leaf; all her clothes money went for 

 anemones and more apple trees. 



One can only measure change by retrospection ; 

 when a backward glance produces a finer content 

 with one's present state, then surely the spirit is not 

 retrograding. I'm sure I'm a reconstructed being 

 in more ways than one since I moved to the country, 

 especially in my attitude toward vegetables. Dur- 

 ing the first year I ignored the " sass patch," treated 

 it as a snob does the real toilers of this world. But 

 gradually lured by the sheer beauty of bejeweled- 

 by-dew cabbage, the fragance of the onion, I now 

 expend as much muscle on the vegetable kingdom 

 as I do on my roses, and, incidentally, I have become 

 a vegetarian. That's the only way to become one 

 just because there are so many good vegetables, one 

 doesn't need to encourage the slaughter of beasts. 



And this kind of vegetarian, the accidental kind, 

 is not afflicted with anaemia; it is only the theories 

 of the professional vegetarian that makes him look 

 so bloodless. 



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