AMOXG THE FLOWEBS WITH BEXFOBD 



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<le termination vrill help you in many ways. 

 It will not be connned to gardening. The 

 training we give ourselves among our 

 ilowers and vegetables has a reflex influ- 

 ence that asserts itself in everything else 

 we undertake, for the person who practices 

 thoroughness in one thing will find it 

 -easier to be- thorough in other things. 

 Learning to be a good gardener is one 

 way of learning to be a good workman in 

 all avocations of life. 



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Before deciding where to locate your 

 ilowers make yourself familiar with their 

 habits. Study the catalogues and learn 

 when they bloom and how large they grow. 

 If you know these things you can plant 

 ihem much more effectively than is pos- 

 sible if you follow the ^'haphazard'' plan 

 which prevails to a considerable extent. 



Know your plant and }'ou will know where 

 to put it. 



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While you are waiting for the ground to 

 get in good working condition decide what 

 and where your beds are to be. Have this, 

 part of the work planned out in advance. 

 This not only saves time, but enables you 

 to avoid mistakes, because you can r/z/;?/j 

 out what yoti want, and consider matters 

 from various standpoints while the rush 

 of the season is not upon you. 



Get the garden under way as speedily 

 as possible after the weather becomes 

 warm. Dig the soil up well and work it 

 over and over until it is fine and mellow. 

 Much of the success of the season depeilds 

 upon the thoroughness with which this 

 part of the work is done. 



THE OLD HOUSE 



An old house stands in a weed-grown garden 



Where once the rose and the lilac grew, 

 And the lily lifted a waxen chalice 



To catch the wine of the stimmer dew. 

 The grass creeps in o'er the moldering threshold. 



And dust lies deep on the rotting floor, 

 And the wind at will is coming, going. 



Through broken window and open door 



0. poor old house, do you grieve as men do 



For the vanished things that were yours of yore? — 

 Like a heart in whom love was one time tenant, 



But has gone away to come back no more. 

 Do you dream of the dead as the days pass over — 



Of the pang of parting and joy of birth 

 Ir. hearts turned dust ? Ah, that dust is scattered 



By winds of a lifetime to ends of earth I 



See I Here by the path is one little Ijlossom. 



It lifts to the sunshine a fragile face, 

 And springs from a root that some dead hand planted 



A century back in the dear home place. 

 Little thought they whom the old house sheltered 



That life would fade as the leaves that fall. 

 They have had their day and are quite forgotten — • 



The little flower has outlived tliem all I 



