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appearance upon the table; I am not referring to 

 mere market or restaurant corn, such as gardenless 

 unfortunates must put up with. The home-raised 

 article pays more of the debt my garden owes me 

 than any other of its productions, I am sure; and I 

 am intending to have a large debit balance of that 

 sort here, with these excellent yellow sorts matur- 

 ing in succession. Goldenrod has been as dehght- 

 ful to eat, and somewhat more liberal in its pro- 

 duction; but the very earhest must be the saucy 

 Bantam. 



During later July the bush lima beans come 

 into sufficient size to be used, and they mark the 

 second high point of garden reward for the month. 

 Like sweet corn and peas, these beans lose flavor 

 rapidly after they are picked, and we figure at 

 Breeze Hill to have no advance gathering, but to 

 hurry them from the plants through the kitchen 

 to the table. Between the lima beans of any out- 

 rageous-priced metropolitan restaurant and these 

 confections of my garden there is a difference as 

 between a poor picture of a rose and the actual 

 flower. There is a resemblance of appearance only, 

 but not of satisfaction. 



Why is it that some great restaurant in a great 

 city does not specialize on fresh, really fresh, vege- 

 tables, well cooked, and not doped with sauces so 



