222 THE GARDEN OF A 



Wonderful gift of the senses divided as well as 

 united for our use ! To the eye it is winter, to the 

 ear and the heart it is spring. 



I have not written in my Garden Boke for a 

 fortnight, not since the night I completed my lists 

 of seeds. I have been away, away in my commuter's 

 city. 



I did not care to go, and my Familiar Spirit and 

 I held heated arguments over the visit. Yet I 

 went. 



I said, " Why should I go ? " 



The Familiar replied, " Because you wish to." 



" But I do not. I dislike the very idea." 



" Then why consider it ? " 



" Because I think it will do Evan good to have a 

 vacation from travel, and because I think that I 

 ought to go. He also thinks it will be good for me. 

 Because some dear old friends have invited us. 

 Because the time between seed buying and seed 

 planting is so long that I'm out of patience and in 

 danger of wearing holes in the seed packets by 

 fingering them." 



" All good reasons, but the main one is that you 

 wish to go." 



" I tell you that I dislike the city intensely." 



" That may be, and yet you can like some of the 



