82 THE JOY OF GARDENS 



the arrival of his first family in the nest and doing 

 nothing in particular to help it along, is an exasperating 

 neighbor. If only we knew how to train robins and 

 blackbirds to feast on nasturtium caterpillars instead of 

 boring the turf for earthworms, we would acquire ever- 

 lasting fame in the garden books. 



The nasturtium friend has two duties at his hand 

 butterfly and moth hunts and green-caterpillar catching. 

 After all, why grumble? All is in the day's work, and 

 the nasturtium border in cloth of gold, dewy, pungent, 

 and beyond compare, is a reward. The south wind 

 carries the fragrance of the linden bloom down to the 

 weeding woman; the blackbird trills again that note of 

 ravishing sweetness. It is the old tale of work and play, 

 and to keep at it in good spirits is to make ready for the 

 next transformation of June. 



