A Poem in Gardening 
By Vernon Krider 
As a young man I was more or less ad' 
dieted to poetry. This garden has stirred 
up some of these latent traits, or maybe they 
are failings. I hope that I am a better nurs- 
eryman than a poet, but anyway I had a lot 
of fun writing this poetry about the garden, 
and maybe you will enjoy it with me. It 
describes our garden and follows through on 
these and successive garden pages. 
A garden inspiration. 
Long ago it came to me, 
A longing for unusual things 
That would interest you and me. 
With a toadstool for an entrance, 
And a family of the same; 
Designed to draw attention 
And afford shelter from the rain. 
A Dream Realized 
By Vernon H. Krider, Treas. 6? Gen. Mgr., Krider Nurseries, Inc. 
For the past 30 years it has been my joy to grow and sell, through the Krider Nurs¬ 
eries, of Middlebury, Indiana, millions of trees, roses, shrubs, vines, fruits, and peren¬ 
nials. Each recurring spring it has been my pleasure to see our business grow and 
grow, until today our nurseries comprise over 400 acres of good things for the garden. 
To anyone constantly handling plants, it would be only natural that a great love for 
them would grow and develop. And so I have dreamed and marveled at plants, their 
destinies, their truly miraculous habits. 
A lily bulb is not to me merely a handful of fiber and tissue. It has that within 
itself, when planted in the earth, which destines them to burst their bonds and send 
upward toward the light the tender shoots that shall make the stalks, the stem, and the 
flower. 
Each hour of the day will mark their growth, but yet so measured their progress that 
no one day can be distinguished from the other. Each day is bound and welded into 
one common process that leads to the crowning glory of the lily. 
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