THE GARDENERS' CHRONICLE OF AMERICA 
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TO FLOWERS 
"Auntie," I asked, "how is it that all 
these years you can keep so young in 
thought, so keenly interested in every- 
thing?" 
Her brief, softly modulated answer 
was, "My love for children and flowers." 
"Hours each day I spend in my little 
conservatory, and scarcely a day goes by 
that some one of the neighbors' children 
doesn't come in. With the flowers of 
: earth to cheer me ; and the children, 
(heaven's flowers), to share their joys 
with; and to relive my youth in the 
memories they prompt : how can I grow 
old?" 
And with that thought, I left. It was 
raw and cold outside. The cares of 
business came rudely jostling hack- 
but all day and ever since, the part that 
nowers play in that dear old lady's life 
(herself a rare exotic) has helped to 
take the frost out of me. 
Would that we all could have a con- 
servatory or a greenhouse where we 
could every day go from frost to flow- 
