GARDEN GIVES ITS REWARD 161 
am reserving until the day that Joseph starts out 
to plant lily bulbs about the triangle. 
As I look at the ferns and brakes at the moist 
point of the garden, it seems as if the world was 
quite different, when we took them from the woods, 
from what it is now, when so many plants are un- 
folded. Then it was spring. Now that summer 
is here, we remember those spring days, feeling 
that we did not half know their loveliness. There 
was something sweet in watching the tender twigs 
growing. But bursting buds and the unfolding 
flowers were the best of all. Now, almost every- 
thing is well grown. Even our wood-border has 
a dense look with its large, solidly green leaves. 
The little spring flowers that bloomed so peacefully 
there have been pushed quite out of sight by the 
larger, bolder plants that came with summer. 
We have had little rain, and the dust has sO' cov- 
ered the trees as to take away their freshness. As 
yet, this dusty look has not touched our garden. 
Joseph and Timothy have been faithful in keeping 
things well w^atered. 
The sweet alyssum, candytuft, mignonette and 
the phlox Drummondi have been saved from going 
to seed by having their flowers nipped off as soon 
as they began to fade. In consequence, they are 
all still blooming cheerfully. Of course, this re- 
quires a great deal of work. It is, however, work 
that both Joseph and I like. We do it towards 
twilight, when the sun has ceased sending upon 
