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poseful. What sunshine and shadows, what 

 companionships and seclusions, what medita- 

 tions and inspirations. Let the world's resdess 

 and noisy pageant go by and go on with its 

 drums and pennons and shouts — what of it all? 

 Life is here and joy and beauty and God. Here 

 one toils and rests, rebuilds and reinvigorates, 

 and goes again into the great world-strife 

 stronger and kindlier. Blessed is he who owns 

 a garden or can occasionally walk in one or can 

 at least look over hedges, taking in visions and 

 breaths, feeling for a little another world im- 

 pinging on this or springing up out of it, a twin 

 of it. 



One's garden seems so much more real and 

 human, so much more worthy of care and pet- 

 ting, if one can feel a personal relation to it, if 

 it can be individualized. Surely there are in- 

 dividual likings and dislikings between persons 

 and plants. Do they not grow better and 

 more gladly for one than another? Are they 

 not sensitive to care and culture? Is this fact 

 or fancy? We are oft puzzled over this, and 

 all we know about it is that our personal rela- 

 tions to our flowers and plants and trees are 

 full of special delight; it certainly adds new 

 zest to our walks and work and appreciably in- 

 tensifies our joys. Ferns do not seem to love 



