THE LURE OF THE GARDEN 
week, it is the garden hour that lingers in the memory 
unforgetably, with its indefinable charm, its release of 
the spirit, its ease and irresponsibility. The garden was 
enough; no one need exert mind or body to provide 
entertainment or dispel ennui; with the result that 
everybody, throwing the social burden upon com¬ 
plaisant nature, became exquisitely his actual self, meet¬ 
ing his neighbor on a different, a more intimate basis 
than could have been possible elsewhere. 
Such gardens and such hours are multiplying with 
us, and are a valuable indication of our increasing sanity 
of life, our developing taste and realization of what it is 
that is truly worth while, and that leisure and peace and 
seclusion are assets for which we should be willing to 
make some sacrifices. 
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