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enigma was achieved. On Thursday a heavy hand 

 with celery made a new avatar of the dish. On Fri- 

 day carrots recklessly donated caused a strange 

 masquerade of flavor. On Saturday cauliflower gave 

 the departing a reprieve. And on Sunday we held 

 a wake over all the ghosts of thirteen vanishing vege- 

 tables. 



The gardener is an explorer, an experimentalist, 

 an idealist, and best of all he becomes inevitably a 

 humanitarian. If he is an artist, he can satisfy all 

 the cravings of his soul for color and pictures ; if 

 a musician he can find expression for all the harmony 

 in his being. Music, painting and gardening arc 

 based on the same laws of color, harmony, compo- 

 sition. 



Take if you will a long path that is bordered by 

 hollyhocks on each side, ranging from white through 

 pink, lilac, salmon, red, yellow, climaxing with black ; 

 the path leads curvingly, luringly to a point of ex- 

 ceeding loveliness, an open vista commanding a gen- 

 eral view of the garden, and the distant hills and 

 countryside. Who will say that it is not like the 

 gradual crescendo of a passage of music developing 

 through tones of ever increasing richness to the final 

 magnificent chord? 



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