OF tivated a passion for doing things on a large 

 1 scale, or from love of display. 



But not so the true lover of the flowers. For 

 him the garden must be a garden for his 

 thoughts as well as for his flowers. The garden 

 would lose much of its charm, the flowers of 

 their sweetness, and the trees of their mystery, 

 if divested of the sentiment with which the 

 imagination and memory clothe them. 



In the garden we face large questions. Is it 

 true that "only to the intimate friend of the 

 flowers are the joys of gardening revealed"? 

 The intimate friend of the flowers! Is there 

 something real in our use of this word " friend " 

 in speakingof a man's relations with the flowers ? 

 May we, indeed, carry into our relations with 

 the flowers something like the beautiful reality 

 which in things human we call friendship? Is 

 there in any degree a community of interest 

 and pleasure between plant and man ? Is there 

 something like consciousness in plant life? 



We are familiar with the sentiment which 

 poets have read into this thought. We recall 



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