142 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



SEVENTEENTH WEEK. 



I LIKE to go into the garden these warm 

 latter days, and muse. To muse is to sit in 

 the sun, and not think of anything. I am 

 not sure but goodness comes out of people 

 who bask in the sun, as it does out of a 

 sweet apple roasted before the fire. The late 

 September and October sun of this latitude 

 is something like the sun of extreme Lower 

 Italy : you can stand a good deal of it, and 

 apparently soak a winter supply into the 

 system. If one only could take in his win- 

 ter fuel in this way! The next great dis- 

 covery will very likely be the conservation 

 of sunlight. In the correlation of forces, I 

 look to see the day when the superfluous 

 sunshine will be utilized ; as, for instance, 

 that which has burned up my celery this 

 year will be converted into a force to work 

 in the garden. 



