204 MY GROWING GARDEN 



certainly with an open mind and a humble dis- 

 position. If I may be pardoned the personality of 

 it, I may say, too, that the garden-work stopped a 

 rather busy pen for a while. How could I take 

 time to write of anything — gardening or printing, 

 civics or photography — when there was such an 

 open volume to read as I walked and worked and 

 thought Of this kind of reading I have done much, 

 and profited by it some at least, in these garden 

 years. Now that something has moved me to 

 write again, I am but talking with whoever reads, 

 feeling hopeful that those who have followed the 

 fortunes of this growing garden along through the 

 months have arrived at some sympathy with and 

 understanding of my plain statement of happen- 

 ings and hopes, of errors and satisfactions. 



In this retrospect, I observe that much has been 

 done at Breeze Hill, from the standpoint of the 

 gardenerless-garden and the scanty pocketbook, 

 though it would be little indeed in comparison 

 with what many men of large means have accom- 

 plished in less time. Such men's gardens interest 

 me to look at, and in part to profit by; but I take 

 it more men of little means who ought to make 

 grow a garden of their own will see these words 

 than will millionaires whose very weight of wealth 

 makes an individual garden almost impossible for 



