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may have been good and beautiful at the beginning 

 becomes dull, uninteresting, and ugly. Personally, I 

 have little faith in fixed plans, perhaps because I have 

 never had any plan in my own garden ; such as it is, it 

 has gro^vn into its present shape and plan, and has 

 almost formed itself; and I may say with certainty 

 that though I have many trees, shrubs, and other plants 

 which have been in their present places for many 

 years — many over seventy years — yet there is not a 

 single path or flower-bed that is the same now as it was 

 thirty or even twenty years ago. And this adds much 

 to the pleasure of a garden; this power of altering 

 to suit the wants of growing trees and shrubs, or it 

 may be only to suit one's own peculiar taste or fancy, 

 gives a pleasant feeling of ownership which nothing 

 else will give. 



The month of November, then, is not all dull and 

 dreary : there is no blaze of flowers, but there is much 

 room for pleasant work, and, to those who know where 

 to look for it, there is much interesting plant-life to 

 observe. In a garden there is no such thing as absolute 

 rest, though we talk as if there was. 



' Each month is various to present 

 The world with some development.' 



— The Two Voices. 



And in November plant-life is really very active. It 



