JULY 157 



the world is than we had thought it, and how 

 much good will there is all about us ! With 

 what cordial glances we greet our new friends 

 when next we meet on the highroad, asking 

 after their garden as if after their families. 

 Perhaps we fall into the habit of sending 

 them a packet of pansy seed or an auratum 

 lily bulb at Christmas, and perhaps, when they 

 drive into town, they bring us a " taste of 

 their seckel pears." Such widenings out are 

 inevitable, significant as well. The glorious 

 company of flower growers is ever increasing, 

 and for them should be a special clause in the 

 Te Deum, since, being of those who make the 

 world brighter and gentler, more unselfish, 

 more contented, more pure in heart, theirs 

 is surely a most apostolic ministry and 

 vocation. 



The very best gardens, from the humanist's 

 point of view, are those unpretentious little 

 ones which cuddle up close to the eaves of 

 weather-beaten farmhouses, and those which 

 are hidden away along the streets of those 

 blessed villages which have kept themselves 

 aloof from the seven devils of modernism. 

 There is rarely a master to these small 



