MY GARDEN OF DREAMS 



No colour scheme should embarrass the border blos- 

 soms, seeding here and seeding there, orderless and 

 without arrangement. Each should have its own sweet 

 way, and the fittest alone survive. As a mind over- 

 wrought finds solace in soothing tears, as the blue sky 

 seems bluer when the grey storm has passed, so there 

 should be a grey border in the garden, that the pageant 

 of brilliant blossom might seem the richer for its presence. 

 For a garden that is merely a garden of colour fails to 

 touch the heartstrings of Life, to appeal to the humanity 

 that is strong in all of us. It should be, as it were, a 

 world where light and gloom, sunshine and shadow, go 

 hand in hand. Unless a garden is built upon the founda- 

 tion stone of sympathy, it is foredoomed to fail. Thus 

 and thus only can it be attuned to the subtle working 

 of the mind, giving according to the demand made upon 

 it. A good garden is like a good book : the leaves and 

 flowers, like print and pages, are but an earnest of finer 

 things. It is only by close companionship that one 

 comes to know, unconsciously perhaps, of the real joy 

 that is within. 



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