How the Garden Grew

How the Garden Grew

by Maud Maryon


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This book, "How the garden grew", by Maud Maryon, is a replication of a book originally published before 1900. It has been restored by human beings, page by page, so that you may enjoy it in a form as close to the original as possible.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781722482053
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date: 07/24/2018
Pages: 104
Product dimensions: 7.00(w) x 10.00(h) x 0.22(d)

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SEASON III Summer "Knee-deep in June." TD knee-deep in work, too, for June will not give you anything for nothing if you are running a garden. I had my hands full, not only with the legitimate work of June, which is great, but May is sure to have left you in the lurch; this "getting forward" process so much preached by the Master is not seconded by May with at all a whole heart. " March ain't never no thin' new ! Apriles altogether too Brash fer me, and MayI jes' 'Bominate its promises. Little hints o' sunshine and Green around the timber-land, A few blossoms and a few Chip birds, and a sprout or two Drap asleep, and it turns in 'Fore daylight and snows agen ! " James Whitcomb Kiley. My poet is an American, but the complaint may be raised also in the old country; only I do not "'bominate" promises. I love them, and as I am perforce a gardener it is a good thing, for I often get nothing else. But be the garden forward or not, how lovely a garden can be, even a neglected garden, these last weeks of May and first of June. The chestnuts are scarcely over, the laburnum is raining gold, the may trees are like snow, a delicious reminder when the sun is doing its duty brilliantly; the roses are just breaking from the bud, and now we can congratulate ourselves on the wholesale slaughter of green grub and green fly, without, however, giving up the pursuit. But what was the matter with those newly - planted rose trees ? The crimson rambler, for one, that was to ramp up the verandah, had not ramped an inch; it had only put forth some miserable, half-starved leaves and not one bud. The Others derided it freely. William Allen Richardson looked unhappy too; the new standards seemed morecontented, and the ReineMarie Hortense, who also was destined to cover the...

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