Thoughts On Gardening.

This is the time when the gardener's thoughts turn to gardening. You see him sitting in sunny corners turning his thoughts to gardening. He lies on his back in sun-porches turning his thoughts to gardening. His wife discovers him asleep among the hydrangeas apparently turning his dreams to gardening. There are known cases of spring gardeners positively gardening in their garden. But, generally speaking, this is the time for turning the thoughts to gardening.

It is the period of poetic pondering rather than low labour. One marks the unfolding of the pristine petal, the magic of the tender tendril, the plaintive plop of the bursting bud. To profane such poetic passion with sordid spade and rabid rake would be an offence against poesy, lethargy and personal inclination.

So the gardener sits in contemplative calm, oblivious of the wifely “insinuendo,” deaf to the spousely spruik anent the way of the weed, the luxuriance of the lawn and such sordid considerations as mowing and hoeing.