202 MY GROWING GARDEN 



and several times during the summer I have had to 

 restrain its ambition to cover the dial itself by 

 cutting back its exuberant branches. Now that 

 winter is impending, I am anxious to carry it 

 through substantially unharmed. Previous pro- 

 tection by cedar boughs has been inadequate; and, 

 after much consideration, I have wrapped it about 

 with burlap, loosely applied, and most unpleasing 

 to see. The spring will show what? 



All the vegetables are out of danger now, 

 either in securely covered trenches, or in a cellar 

 that I can hold at close to forty degrees Fahren- 

 heit all winter. The ground from which they were 

 lifted has been raked smooth, and if I had time 

 would all be manured and dug before freezing. I 

 have had time to get ready a "row" for the earliest 

 peas and spinach; and my son has looked spring in 

 the eye in making a new sort of concrete coldframe 

 range from which he expects interesting results; 

 but that is too much of a story to tell before 

 Christmas. 



With all there is to do in the hours that may be 

 taken from the office-desk at which is earned a 

 living and the money to play with a growing gar- 

 den, there yet remains some time and much 

 inclination for retrospect and prospect. As I walk 

 about, my forward-looking mind sees many things 



