SEPTEMBER. 



Who loves a garden, loves a greenhouse too." — Cowper. 



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HERE is a certain quickening of 

 everything in these fall days, 



" When suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief." 



The flowers are in utter haste to make the 

 most of themselves, and to show what they 

 can do ; and you, half wondering why they 

 could not have tried a Httle harder all sum- 

 mer, instead of waiting till they were on 

 the very confines of frost, watch their fall 

 perfection with an enjoyment that is partly 

 sad. Not much to be done for them now — 

 not long can they do anything for you. But 

 with the happy sequence of things in this 

 world, there are the winter flowers already 

 needing your attention. 



Many of the simple border annuals will 



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