MY GARDEN IN WINTER 



The sky is gray, the earth is covered with a 

 sheet of snow. The flowers are dead. The skel- 

 eton trees stand out in sharp outline. Cold 

 winds sweep up from the valley and across the 

 bare lawn. Only the conifers retain their som- 

 ber foliage and afford asylum for a few mute 

 birds. There is in the air neither the song of 

 birds, nor the buzzing of insects, nor the per- 

 fume of flowers. Deserted nests, like aban- 

 doned homesteads — 



"idly swing 

 On naked branch — fond memory 

 Of leaf and bloom and Summer song." 



My garden in winter! Is there anything in 

 this cold and dismal aspect that I care to write 

 about ? 



Yes, the winter garden has a beauty and a 

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