Arizona republican., 1920-09-24
It is harder to win peace than it is to win war
 Georges Clemenceau.
The Fall Garden

The Fall Garden
 Despite the fact that the Salt valley is one of the greatest agricultural regions in the world and despite that the prosperity of Phoenix citizens depends almost entirely upon the rich acres stretch every hand. nevertheless there are many of us take farming in small doses--an occasional automobile ride into the cotton districts short perusal of seed catalogue at bedtime slicing of early cantaloupe for the breakfast table may regard the level domain of the farmer with feelings close akin to envy and we may think we have a theoretical knowledge of the agrculturalst's art will make us the most successful of ranchers the longed-for day when we too. go back to the farm, but we must pe content ply varied trades within the city and to let brother with the hoe continue his inter lnnabe sowing and reaping harvesting and market ing, things do without the benefit o experience and advice.
 But our day has come. The heat of the summer is abating and pleasant days of the fall and winter are upon us Now is the time to take the rake and the spade from the cellar; to the garden hose the house, and to show better that the lessons of boyhood days have not forgotten We do not intend to plant intermin- able rows waterrnelons cotton seed in ridges stretching the end of the world-we scorn talk of production by the ton, and the bale and the carload All this sordid us, for out, forsooth, cultivate souls cultivate onion sets. and produce the things of the spirit watch the progress of our sweet potato bed.
 There will be some alleged humorous" squibs about us in the newspapers, doubt, but we shall not mind that We that going to do great things that back yard of It is true that one meals exhaust all the green peas that we may bring to perfection, and that neighbours chickens in one hours scratching make garden patch anything else in the world but we are not discouraged. We are certain that backs are going that hands will become ca1Ioused, but these the wages we must pay the privilege of communng with nature, and we will pay them gladly. We do Ispe reduce our living expenses apprecably by labors but sdo know that happy day we shall eat our own string beans, planted by hands. watered of the evening" cultivated in the sweat Q our brows available occasions, and shall know the thrill comes every of Adam who makes single stalk it's tasseled head where only Bermuda grew before.
 There are many delights this old world of ours but there to with those that come to the back yard gardener. He plant his seeds in the crookedest rows. may pick the season and labor the but something is going to grow him. be it only quarter of what he has expected, and he is going to be happy over it. And while he watching the tender shoots force them selves upward through soil he going to find tbat the dust in his brain has blown away, that the creases in been srnoothed out, and that somehow s a better he before this blessed season rolled around. e going to be closer to Mother Nature season. though he lives in the heart city, he going feel some of the exaItation GaIienne arising the
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