The Montgomery advertiser. [volume] (Montgomery, Ala.) 1885-1982, 1904-07-03

Little Gardens-Many garden books
are written today. So thick grow the
cities that the mind and the heart reach
out for the good brown earth and It's
burgeon of bloom. for the deep green
places Of the forest.
Mr. Charles M. Skinner in his Little
Gardens" does not go SO far aneld. His
are the gardens of the cities. Blessed
little spots, thrice blessed for the re-
lief they give to eyes that acne with
the sight of brick and stone and as
phalt.
The blessed little gardens are better
than the parks even. They express In
dividuality, originality in opposition to
organization and conventionality. The
flowers m the park, however abundant.
are not for plucking. We who go out
each morning and gather from our own
gardens do not know the pain of no
flower picking.
Right under my windows, overlook
| ing several little gardens, is one abloom
with English daisies, fuschias and pan
sizes where 1 may pick as / please.
This is the true joy Of garden Be-
cause this is true, and because Mr..
SINNERS book abounds in flowers of
expression that will well bear plucking
and keeping, will quote some of his
quantity and deliciously petafed word
blossoms:
Much virtue in yards. 1t Is for the
moral and mental sanity, no less than
for the bodily well-being of the citizen
that he shall go to the earth. now and
| frequently, to renew liking and confirm
kinship with other and more delicate
forms of life than his own
Flowers last for a little while and
are gone: leaves unfold, flourish, wilter
and fall, but grass smiles up at the first
Af
MISUNDERSTANDING us that winter Is
not the seal of death, but only mask
of life"
So much for Mr.. SINNERS Leaves
of Grass"
In England they have a saying that
to make lawn requires three or four
centuries. We can make one In less
time than that in our country. True.
Americans rear palaces as magically as
did Aladdin; become gentlemen as quick
| ly as Monsieur Jourdain desired to be-
come gentle human" acquire lawns
as rapidly as grass can grow. But
where on earth-not here-fs the TURF
on which one can fearlessly tread as
in England? How it folds the foot,
and springs back elastic from the
tread" as sprang Sir Walters slight
| harebelI"
"Grass is the worlds freest gift, and
the 1reeSl Is OIteI tut iiHcSt' ii'NO nv
night spectacle of the stars and the
splendors of ting sunset"
",These blades in multitude beyond
| tho swords OF all the armies thrust
aside the sand and stones and flourish,
shining in our sight Wonder of life
for herein is God-the miracle In the
spear of grass is not less than that of
the revolving worlds.
| "A back fence must have been in
| -. ,t-1v, nyrt fnv
leaving Eden"
yellow is the sunniest. happiest col
or in the world, though we use the
! name as an adjective of contempt"
| Ordinarily the sure way to kill a
weed is to become attached to it, and
give the same care to 1t that you
would to an exotic"
1.-THE Japanese have something to
! tell us in respect of art and life. They
simplify them. The rich man in Japan
does not show-at once--everything
he owns"
",The war against weeds in the yard
is in object and effect, so like the war
against the weeds and parasites in hu-
man society that one can readily for
bear to publish any parallels on the
topic
Il am opposed to difficulty for its own
sake"
/ simple Things are the COHlpreHeH-
sible, the agreeable. the permanent
and the universe prefers them"
The delicious old gardens at Mount
Vernon, that have been growing more
| beautiful since George Washington
cultivated them. illustrate the use of
| borders The beds are so sunk in box
that they suggest being packed in
boxes"
Watch for the budding of your an
nuals in the spring; you will have
calendar of the seasons at your win
dow"
| But our bouquet might grow to any
weight If every temptation to quote
were yielded to. If we praised the
fence in lieu of the hedge as Mr.. Skin
ner does SO deftly because 1t grows
stronger and handsomer" each year.
while the hedge grows rickety. If we
followed him through the possibilities
of making our flower garden our ba-
rometer. our clock, we could go on
for pages and happy ages.
But as hours spent in garden are
of necessity limited we must leave
these most pleasing little gardens"
trusting that many beauty loving eyes
and brains weary of worry and long
ing for freshness. life and light may
find their way to these so pleasant
places. Truly a book that fills the
senses with joy as does the scent of
new mown hay across the meadows.
| Olive Latham: Mrs. Voywich has a
most pleasant way of writing of most
unpleasant things. Cine never takes up
one of her books to lay II down until