Round the Year in the Garden 



OCTOBER 



Looking Forward 



WHO shall say when the year begins? For each 

 and every one of us at different times ; for someone 

 it is always beginning. For myself, the year dawns 

 when the flowers are fading, and the leaves change 

 colour ; when long nights succeed short days and sun- 

 shine is something to hope for ; when the ground is 

 sodden and the wind chants mournfully through the 

 leafless trees, and fog and gloom settle upon the land. 

 A mirthless picture indeed, yet 



" Can Fancy's fairy hands no veil create 

 To hide the sad realities of Fate ? " 



Verily, for the dawn of the garden year flushes the 

 dim future with roseate hue, warming to fresh life the 

 brown buds and bare twigs, and peopling with a thousand 

 flowers the beds and borders now void of visible life. 

 To every gardener^who loves the earth and the flowers 

 it yields, the passing of one year is but the advent 

 of the next; thus is he able to dream such dreams 

 and build such hopes as will ensure a garden of 

 delight. 



Gardening has its depressing moments, and it is as 

 well to avoid them. While the flowers are sleeping let 

 us draw chairs to the fire, warm our slippered feet, and 

 pile up the catalogues that come by every post; let us 



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