Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1924-06-25
MY GARDEN.
fBy James NJ. Woodman.)

MY GARDEN.
cBy James NJ Woodman)
Each spring l plant lot of seeds ana
say; This year IN try
10 have the incest garden that man did
ever spy"
The sun and rain come to my aid ana
help the scheme along
Dame Nature'-say the seed-man's
books-"Gives forth Her Sweetest
Song
AS time moves on there peeps above
the ground bright bits of green
NV radishes and lettucepl ants-the
best I've ever seen.
Then sprout thousand other things,
not from my little seeds,
But just a lot of nasty trash we desig-
nate as weeds
Now if I'd keep the garden sass from
being crowded out.
have to dig and pull and hoe, and haul
those weeds about.
Each day a new crop always grows no
matter how l try
| cannot seem to kill them out, the
blamed things viii not die.
Each life to me is quite the same "a
garden spot wherein
Our virtues are the things worth while;
the weeds are vice and sin.
H;ut. golden harvests may be gained by
those who strive to sow
The seeds of love and sunshine in
places where they'll grow.
Dear NJ. B. Friends;
The poem, My Garden" is GER
tainly appropriate to the season, but
are these not perfect growing days
that June is giving us? We may
SILVER a little toward evening and say
isn't this the coolest spring you ever
saw" But the green things are
growing" for nature holds good to
the scripture promise that ''seed-time
and harvest shall not fail"
We do not realize fully how much
there is to enjoy in the variety of our
New England climate. From the deep
SHOWS of mid-winter, which clothe
the landscape in a heavy mantle OF
white, to the heavy foliage OF green
in every imaginable shade, which
adorns valley and mountainside in
the summer season, we have change
of view unknown in many parts of
the country. If we had a perpetual
summer or spring, we would not
enjoy it as we do these changes with
which nature furnishes us. We may
complain (if we feel like it) at the
cold of winter or the heat of summer,
but the seasons come and go Just the
same. | leave it to you to apply the
moral"
Quotations from a slip of paper
which came into my hands with the
heading "Wisdom's Meanings and
Grains of Cold
Gardening is a delightful occupation
of course. if one could procure new
backbone every morning,
He who thinks he can do without
others. is mistaken. but he who thinks
others cannot do without him, is more
mistaken still.
A mistake is apt to attract more at
tention to us than n virtue.
No matter what his rank or position
may be, the lover of books is the rich
est and the happiest of the children of
men.
One kind thought spoken is worth
two unsaid.
A man met an employee of his, an
Irishman, on the street and stopped
him with the question, had he heard
the news. On Pats replying, NO. he
said, THE devil is dead" Pat reached
down into his pocket and handed the
man a quarter "What is that for?" he
asked We'll" said Pat, its the GUS
tom in our country to support the
orphans when the parents die"
Thackeray says: Life is earnest Life
is labor Life is duty Life is rent,
Life is taxes. Life brings it's ills, bills,
doctors pills Very good but, without
doctors pills. Very good, but, without
love, life is just dead.
Our ideal home builder" does not
worry over her house, nor does she
worry over her children. Having made
her home for her family first of all,
she Is absorbed into their conception of
what a home should be. She is so much
a part of that home, that from the tint
est tot un, nothing is complete without
mother for mother understands" We,
mothers, mast never for one moment
lose sight that we are creating memo
ries. Now what kind of memories are
they to be?
We would have them contented joy
Gus memories. Happy the child who
can say: Don't we have nice times at
homer" Happy the mother whose boys
are always nome and find their happi-
est moments there. Better far than to
have the house too fine for daily use,
There is an irrepressible longing for
rOllickinp fun in VOunp DaODle and if