THROUGH THE YEAR IN A GARDEN IQS 



to the satisfaction such find in unadorned mac- 

 adamized expanses of avenue and sidewalk. 

 Fortunately, however, the Genius of Garden- 

 ing trusts nothing to their keeping, and so it 

 happens that the traditions of the gardener's 

 art are safe with us. 



And what a month of joyfulness is June in 

 the garden! It seems only yesterday that we 

 were coaxing Mother Nature to lift her white 

 blanket that Spring might awaken to new life 

 the sleeping plants that lend their color to the 

 season. We are reminded of all the poets of 

 the garden, of Wordsworth, of Tennyson and 

 certainly of old Geoifrey Chaucer's 



"Along the meadows green, whereof I told. 



The freshly springing Daisy to behold. 



And when the sun declined from South to 



West, 

 And closed was this fair flower, and gone to 



rest. 

 For fear of darkness that she held in dred. 

 Home to my house full hastily I sped; 

 And in a little garden of my own. 

 Well benched with fresh cut turf, with grass 



o'ergrown 



