A GARDEN DIARY 203 



JUNE 8, 1900 



T HAD intended going doggedly on this 

 * morning with the list of our seed -sowings, 

 but another impulse has come, and the sowings 

 must stand over for the moment. Something 

 in the look of to-day's sky and earth a 

 brand new earth after last night's rain has 

 brought a new, and a most unlooked-for wave 

 of exhilaration to my mental shores, and the 

 visitation is just now too rare and comforting 

 not to be met half way with the keenest of 

 hospitality. 



" Life is a flux of moods," and to the fluctua- 

 tions of those moods there is assuredly no limit. 

 If we are eternally surprised by our own limi- 

 tations, our own torpidity and dullness, there 

 are also and for this heaven be thanked some 

 possibilities of surprise upon the other side, and 

 that for the oldest, the saddest, the least alert 

 amongst us. A hundred hours of intolerable 

 dullness and stagnation pass over our heads. 

 Then comes the hundred and first, and lo ! the 



