A GARDEN DIARY 63 



like the garden itself, behind me. Possibly, by 

 the time I return to them, the old, now submerged, 

 landmarks may have risen once more to the sur- 

 face, or I may have grown a little better used to 

 this changed landscape ; seeing that we all have 

 to get used to every variety of landscape ; every 

 admixture of weather ; every cruel, blinding storm ; 

 every rain-washed shore, or bitter, wreck-strewn 

 sea, which meets us in this very odd journey that 

 we call our lives. 



