148 A WHITE-PAPER GARDEN 



that there might be heavy plantings of 

 white pines to fend off the north wind, how 

 much more does it need it now, that there may 

 be shelter from the sun and a playground for 

 such winds as may be wandering about in 

 search of a home ! It is beginning to trouble 

 me, this greed for space which I am developing. 

 Once I would have been happy with a visible, 

 tangible box of honest black loam the 



" Long green box of mignonette " 



which belonged to the Gardener's Daughter 

 now so insatiate are my desires that I must 

 have a field or two beyond my hedges, a river 

 beyond my fields, a hill beyond my river, and 

 above and beyond the hill a wide stretch of 

 cloudland. To such a pass hath covetise, 

 unchecked and unabashed, brought me ! 



Once upon a time a July and I went hand 

 in hand through a garden. There was no 

 one else to share it with us but Neglect, 

 but when Neglect does its best it makes a 

 very fair under-gardener to Mistress Nature. 

 There was plenty of space there, and plenty 

 of green, so with what freshening rain St 

 S within chose to send us, and with the air 



