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of the name, but that is what it is today. My ideal has been 

 to make a picture of greenness and brilliance that will be seen 

 from every window in the house on every day in the year. This 

 I have done. It is a hard task, and I have just begun to realize 

 my ideals of smooth, close-shaven lawns bordered by blossoms 

 against a background of shrubs, which are sometimes brilliantly 

 flower-starred and the rest of the time rich and green. There 

 is much, much, yet to do, but it has been so well worth while in 

 every possible way that I am glad to pass the story of my efforts 

 on, hoping that some other busy woman or man with no more 

 time nor money than I have had will take heart of grace and go 

 forth and do likewise. 



The worst part of a working woman's garden is her limita- 

 tion of time and money. There are so many things one would 

 like to do that just cannot be done on account of lack of funds, 

 and the going must be so discouragingly slow. After a time, 

 one realizes that to "make haste slowly" is a good motto for the 

 garden maker. The best part of the worker's garden is that, 

 because each week means a sacrifice for the garden work and 

 plantings, everything that gives beauty or fragrance is doubly 

 a joy. 



The men and women who make gardens will find them safety 

 valves for the spirit when things go wrong. They will not tire 

 of garden making, for the fascinating part of it is that it is never 

 finished. They must plant in faith, water with hope, take counsel 

 of patience; then, if they are long-suffering and kind, they will 

 reap an abundant harvest of joy and peace and happiness as well 

 as of Pansies, and Roses, and Lilies, and Poppies, and blossoms 

 of every hue. 



The End. 



