Cherry Walk and Lawn 



It was originally a coach-house, and the first 

 man I had lived at the other end of the garden, 

 until the County Council declared that it was illegal 

 to live in wooden houses, even though you build 

 them yourselves. . . . The car and the gardener's 

 family changed places, and the coach-house was 

 cut up into four rooms, each hardly bigger than 

 the dog-kennel. Husband and wife and three 

 children have lived in it happily enough, and 

 husband and wife and crowing baby are living in 

 it now ! . . . The baby, for the most part, inhabits 

 the courtyard ! . . . 



" Who loves a garden loves a greenJioKse too." 



That is not true of the first gardener. He loved 

 the greenhouse to the exclusion of the garden. He 

 was unhappy and uneasy when he first came, 

 because the conservatory had been abolished, and 

 in all the garden there was no glass. He felt that 

 his reputation and position in the neighbourhood 

 were at stake, and, therefore, one winter, he built 

 three glass-houses, and when I came down on a 

 Sunday, met me with the announcement : 



" There, ma'am. It is now a real gentleman's 

 garden ! " 



I dared not tell him that it was never meant to 

 be anything else but a woman's garden, my garden. 



