Connecticut western news., 1873-08-01
A Garden of Your Own.
What the Danbury Man Thinks Abou
 the Matter.

| the Matter.
 The chief charm of having garden of your own is the fresh state of the vegetables which daily garnish your ta- ble. Any one who has always depended on store for his supply does not have the faintest conception of the superior flavor, tone and elasticity of vegetables | gathered fresh every morning from your own garden. Aside from this ben eft, gardening is themos health giving occupation known to man, unless we ex- cept that of physician, which we don't There Is man who lives on the other side of our street who has @ garden, and has fresh vegetables every day, our l folks say. We don't know anything about that, but we do know that he has garden, because we see him out in 1t every morning, in shirtsleeves and slip 1 pers, picking cucumber and squash bugs. We know, when he gets hold of one by the way he shuts his mouth and fingers. Sometimes he doesn't catch the one he is after, and sometimes he makes half dozen passes at one bug. Every time he makes one of those passes he says something. The first remark is not very plainly heard, but the next is quite so, and the observation that fol- lows after the sixth unfortunate pass, appears to go completely through our head.
 He jumps around this way for about an hour, and having got his blood up to fever heat, goes in and drinks cup of boiling coffee, and then goes to business. At noon he goes out there to kill 8 couple more bugs, but doesn't do it. He finds two hens from the next house, in the cucumber patch. They have scratched down to the cool earth, and thrown the parched soil of two cucum- Der hills over their backs, and with one eye closed in speculative way, are thinking of the intense heat and the short grass crop. When they see him, and the preparations of welcome he has hastily got together, they get up and leave. The first thing he throws at them knocks limb from choice pear tree, and the next thing, which is gen erally pail, goes through glass cover to some choice flower seeds, and loses it's bail. He then goes into the house and gets some more boiling coffee, and says the man next door is something we never put in print, and goes to business again. At night he comes home and kills bugs until supper time, and then goes in with his fingers smelling as if he had shaken hands with twelve huD- dred bed-bugs.
 He keeps his boy home from school to watch the garden, and guard against the encroachment of straying cattle. The boy gets several other boys to come over and help him. They take half dozen sheets out of the wash, and put up circus in the back part of the yard, and some vicious boy who hasn't pins enough to get in, leaves the front gate open, and when the circus is in the midst of it's glory, the cry of Ga COW in the garden p breaks up the perform ance, and sends both artists and audi ence in pursuit of the beast. When our neighbor comes home that night to gather vegetables fresh from the gar den, and smash bugs with his finger and thumb, and goes out and looks at the destruction, it is altogether likely the first thing he thinks of is the danger in eating store vegetables which have been picked some days before, and allowed to swelter and wither in noxious bar rels, and how much better it is to have everything fresh from the garden. But we are not certain. Neither is the pro- prietor of the circus.