you ever get into a mood of utter dis- 

 satisfaction concerning your garden? I know 



1 do. I think when we do, we often reach a 

 ^ate of mind that lets us see things as others 

 see them, and it is at these times we realize 



that whil^ we have quantities of flowers — of roses, of 

 vines and hundreds of plants, yet they are not quite 

 the same as we find in other gardens. " Why can't I have 

 this, and why can't I have that? " we ask ourselves, and I 

 don't wonder. 



^ Who ordered your roses? Who made out your list of seeds? 

 Who planned the " selfs " in your sweet pea rows and who, 

 pray, superintended the digging up and discarding of un- 



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