joy, color and fragrance, with nothing to do but 

 eradicate weeds and pick flowers. But, being hu- 

 man, we were not content; we had drunk of the wine 

 of lure, and we secretly conspired to add to our prob- 

 lems next season by entering further into the land 

 of flowers, and acquiring an adjoining wilderness 

 of two and a half acres to hold all our planned-for 

 treasures. 



All winter long we pored over new catalogues, 

 mouthing the strange names of biennials and peren- 

 nials, the married and single names of roses, and the 

 hieroglyphic-like titles of lilies. 



From a modest beginning that first year we have 

 become flower gourmands and experimentalists, just 

 as you, too, are sure to be, once you enter the 

 boundaries of that realm whose enchantments know 

 no limitations. 



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