MARCH 53 



higher and broader and deeper if you can 

 collect your treasures for yourself, and if, with 

 every plant you gather into your fold, you 

 garner also a memory of the time and place 

 from whence it came ; of the friend who dug it 

 for you, sharing your joy in its discovery, and 

 adding his good will to your happy tasks. A 

 garden must send its roots down into the heart 

 of all that goes to make your life if it is to 

 avail in its highest purpose, and beneath the 

 earth stirred by your spade and trowel there 

 must be a subsoil rich with memories and sweet 

 with love. 



With hope also ! March lies in the Region 

 of Pure Hope, the one apostolic grace which 

 comes by nature, and which outlasts our life. 

 I like to think of it as having for its laureate 

 the buoyant Stevenson, own brother to the 

 robins and to the windy dawns and sunsets of 

 the warring month, in his brave fight for better 

 things. He must wear on his breast, as star 

 of the order of high hearts, a knot of snow- 

 drops, of which there would not be enough if 

 half of the brown March fields were covered 

 by their pearly blossoms. Even he did not say 

 the right word concerning this flower, with the 



