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MY GROWING GARDEN 



sweet Williams by separate colors, delphiniums, 

 Iceland poppies, and so on — ^the fine old standby 

 sorts; plenty to plant, and more to give away. 

 Each year I note that we ought to plant them 

 earUer; and I trust next June will see us sowing 

 for the fall carry-over — ^though anyone who is 

 operating a personally-conducted garden is likely 

 to discover that sufficient unto June are the joys 

 thereof, without laying up much treasure in the 

 way of provision for another year. 



These lovely October days, with a morning 

 tang in the air followed by mid-day mildness, give 

 us another use of the Breeze Hill garden. My good 

 wife's Sunday school girls, mostly from gardenless 

 homes, romp over the lawns, delight in the flowers, 

 feast on the fruits, and pay for all of it by giving 

 me the joy of their joy, plus an opportunity to 

 use my camera on the picture they make when 

 grouped for an instant's quiet. 



At the last of the month, after a sharp frost 

 that made us chase for protecting burlaps and 

 boards, the autumn color is the feature. But that 

 is properly a November story; sufficient, full and 

 fine are the days of October! 



