104 MY GROWING GARDEN 



sometimes when I straighten my aching back, and 

 drop the hoe or the hose, I wish I might be visit- 

 ing it rather than working in it. And I note its 

 deficiencies and failures and diflSculties all too 

 clearly, I suppose, inasmuch as visitors pass them 

 by, either from charity or ignorance, or both. 

 But when I look about and see it grow under my 

 unacquainted hands; when I have the fine pleas- 

 ure each morning of seeing what God's way in a 

 garden is, in the birth of some jewel of his over 

 night; when I inhale the fragrant breath of the 

 new-mown lawn, or get at even the soft incense that 

 only then arises from the ground; then I know 

 that the work is all profit, and the weariness a 

 trifle. I am in, and of, a growing garden ! 



