2i 4 A GARDEN DIARY 



the clock across the valley are almost the only 

 sounds that break in upon our stillness, for the 

 birds sing very little just now. It has been a 

 most strange fortnight ; curiously unreal ; extra- 

 ordinarily dreamy and spectral-like. One by one 

 its days have slipped by, very, very slowly, yet 

 now that they are almost gone I say to myself 

 " How terribly swiftly ! " 



