46 STATE POMOLOGICAL SOCIETT. 



leaving tlio depths undisturbed. Everj' one needs the discipline of 

 trouble as exevy garden needs the spade. 



Every person is constant!}' sowing around him seeds, either of 

 figs or tlii^tles, which are sure to bear fruit in the lives of those 

 around him. As teachers and parents, some have greater respon- 

 sibility than others. Crowding here is, as in the other garden, disas- 

 trous. No child's mind can grasp everything but will intuitively lay 

 hold on what is best suited to itself. Sow only the best seed — pure 

 words, loving deeds, kind acts. Seeds of kindness, honesty and 

 fidtlitv, like the peas, should be sown early, but those of knowledge 

 may satVly wait. 



]\Iost of us have passed the springtime and are now in the busy 

 summer of life. No matter how much care has been used there are 

 •^eeds — bad habits, to be found growing in every character. Here 

 each must do the work for himself and upon his faithfulness depends 

 the beauty of his life. 



A weed found growing in every community is sometimes called 

 procrastination, sometimes harsher names. A meeting, perhaps like 

 this, is appointed at ten o'clock. At a little after eleven the president 

 calls the assembled few to order and soon the first speaker takes his 

 place. No sooner has he commenced to talk, however, than the 

 door opens and a few more come in. Quiet is restored onl^- to be 

 broken again by more and still more tardy ones, till by noon the hall 

 is well filled. Many of the company not only lost the best paper 

 given, but annoyed the speaker and disturbed those who were in 

 season. I know one man, whose garden is freer from weeds tlian 

 most of ours, who never heeds the call to dinner till he has hoed out 

 his row, thus keeping the meal waiting and delaying work in the 

 house. If we could "see ourselves as others see us," many of us 

 would make a desperate attempt to catch up and keep up. 



One of the weeds which demands our constant care as men and 

 women is fretfulness. I presume all like myself often resolve that 

 they will conquer this habit, thus hoeing off the top, but how many 

 of us can say that this plant is never found in our gardens? It is very 

 easy by giving way to our feelings when something is not done as 

 we would do it, or when something is forgotten which we consider 

 important, to fret about it and it may require some determination to 

 speak pleasantly or some biting of the lips to keep still, but which is 

 the better way ? Which makes those around us and ourselves hap- 

 pier? Which will be most likely to make the careless or forgetful 



