VIII 

 SETTING THE SUNDIAL 



November i (continued}. Last night I told Evan 

 my plan of turning the old strawberry bed into a bit 

 of formal garden, and he agreed that it would be a 

 natural resting place for the eye in its journey from 

 the seat under the apple tree down the walk and 

 across the fields. 



He emended the somewhat crooked design that I 

 had traced on a slate found in the attic desk, and made 

 me a fascinating water-colour sketch in which the 

 strawberry bed appeared as a small level lawn in the 

 centre of which stood the sundial acting as the hub 

 to a large, wheel-shaped flower bed, or rather, group 

 of beds, as the wide spokes, each of a different but 

 harmonizing colour, were separated by narrow grass 

 walks. A similar walk circled the spokes and was 

 bounded in turn by a circular bed that might be 

 called the tire of the wheel, and divided the grass walk 

 into four in order that one might get to the centre 



