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plant them in a different place if possible. If not, pack tobacco 

 stems and leaves about the roots and that will kill off the insects. 



Nasturtiums, — yes — 

 "A tangle of bright green leaves all over the garden border, 

 A mass of wonderful bloom parading its gay disorder, 

 Yet such is their charm and delight one pauses, half ready to flout 



them. 

 For oh. at its midsummer height, what were the garden without 



them!" 



Pansies, — we must have them. And Shirley poppies — if any 

 of you have never tried them, let me advise you next year to get 

 some packages of Shirley poppy seeds, which are only five to ten 

 cents. My bed of Shirley poppies was the most beautiful thing 

 in my whole garden. They are so delicate and they toss their 

 little heads so daintily, and every morning almost there is a new 

 shade, a new tint to greet you. Mignonette is so nice if you 

 wnsh to carry a bouquet to a friend, it is so fragrant in the house. 

 And we all must have the pansy, heart's ease, one could gaze for 

 half a day upon this flower and think of the different tales of 

 love and sorrow that gave it this gentle name. 



But one of the best things of all about our garden is that it 

 takes us out of doors. A lady once said to me, " Doesn't it 

 make your hands black and how can you get the dirt out of yotir 

 finger nails ? " I told her that I could easily get the dirt out of 

 my finger nails, and that it did make my hands black, but that I 

 didn't mind the least bit in the world for to me the greatest 

 pleasure in a garden is getting out of doors and digging and 

 putting the things in myself and seeing them grow. It has been 

 said that we have outgrown the sincerity of a life near the soil, 

 but we can prove to people that we have not outgrown the 

 sincerity of a life near the soil. Gardeners ourselves by birth- 

 right, the sacredness of earth and heaven still clings to the tiller 

 of the soil. I presume many of you here have read that beauti- 

 ful little story " Elizabeth in her German Garden." Although 

 It is a beautiful story I cannot at all agree with Elizabeth, 

 because she hired a gardener and an assistant gardener to do all 

 her digging and put all her little plant children into the ground. 

 And it tells how one Sunday, while her gardener and assistant 

 gardener were eating their dinner, she crept out of the house and 

 got her spade and some plants and planted them herself, and 

 she was very much delighted in so doing. When she got 

 through she said " Digging in a garden is not graceful work and 



