ON A TOWN LOT. 



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menced to set out trees, berry bushes, grapevines, sow the garden 

 seed, and set out the plants. By the first of June everything seemed 

 to fairly jump out of the ground to meet the warm rays of the 

 Summer sun. Midsummer found us enjoying luxuries of our bounti- 

 ful harvest of fresh vegetables from our own garden. It was quite 

 a contrast to what a city man had been accustomed. It was not only a 

 crop of good vegetables, but a crop of gladness and joy as well. Our 

 city friends envied our good fortune. My wife could prepare an 

 excellent meal from the garden, with a few nice springers added to 

 the bill of fare. A little later our flowers blossomed forth in all 

 the colors of the rainbow. The next season we enjoyed a generous 

 crop of red raspberries and strawberries. Two years later our plum 



A shipment ready to start on their long 8,000-mile voyage to South 

 Africa. Have made many shipments to foreign countries — some going to 

 the remotest parts of the earth. 



trees began to bear. The next year the peach trees bloomed out in 

 their superb style and joined the plum trees in giving us a nice lot 

 of delicious fruit. The next year the cherry trees began to bear. 



A Little Paradise in Five Years 



In five years we were living in a little paradise. It was surely 

 a delightful change away from the smoke, noise and bustle of a great 

 city. I was always loath on Monday mornings to pick up my grip and 

 start on the road, but never did it seem such a hardship as when it 

 meant leaving these surroundings which invited so loudly to stay. I 



