A GARDEN DIARY 203 
JuNE 8, 1900 
HAD intended going doggedly on this 
morning with the list of our seed-sowings, 
but another impulse has come, and the sowings 
must stand over for the moment. Something 
in the look of to-day’s sky and earth—a 
brand new earth after last night’s rain—has 
brought a new, and a most unlooked-for wave 
of exhilaration to my mental shores, and the 
visitation is just now too rare and comforting 
not to be met half way with the keenest of 
hospitality. 
‘Life is a flux of moods,” and to the fluctua- 
tions of those moods there is assuredly no limit. 
If we are eternally surprised by our own limi- 
tations, our own torpidity and dullness, there 
are also—and for this heaven be thanked—some 
possibilities of surprise upon the other side, and 
that for the oldest, the saddest, the least alert 
amongst us. A hundred hours of intolerable 
dullness and stagnation pass over our heads. 
Then comes the hundred and first, and lo! the 
