A GARDEN DIARY 63 
like the garden itself, behind me. Possibly, by 
the time I return to them, the old, now submerged, 
landmarks may have risen once more to the sur- 
face, or I may have grown a little better used to 
this changed landscape ; seeing that we all have 
to get used to every variety of landscape ; every 
admixture of weather; every cruel, blinding storm; 
every rain-washed shore, or bitter, wreck-strewn 
sea, which meets us in this very odd journey that 
we call our lives. 
