DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



bloom of a twelve-month is gone, yet, ' we must not 

 vex our bosom ' but be glad that the dry earth may 

 receive a watering in a few minutes such as a legion 

 of gardeners, armed with a thousand watering pots 

 and stimulated by a thirst-quenching energy (which 

 we always wish they possessed, but which they never 

 do), could not accomplish in ' a blue moon/ as Old 

 Peter says, however long that may be. And after- 

 wards there is that smell, indescribable, but very 

 good, and then the time of toads ! 



