Evening star., 1924-06-15
Heard and Seen

The last rose of summer has been
celebrated in song, but the first rose
of spring lives in the hearts of men.
Probably the garden holds no thrill
comparable to the first rose, espe-
cially when it is the first blossom in
your first garden.
Let all the old gardeners remember
the time!. Surely he who has many
species. knows all the roses by their
first names, how to raise them and
how to prune them. will vibrate in
sympathy.
Brothers of the garden have fra
ternity that transcends any mere
man-made organization. 1t bears the
imprimatur of the Creator, and has a
secret password that need never be
spoken. 1t is the peace of gardens.
Even a little back yard, SO small
that it will hold but few plants, is
large enough to give any one taste
of gardening.
This is q thing in which the motto
of a wise man of old particularly
holds true: He who is not satisfied
with little will be satisfied with moth
That is why the very first rose on
the first bush in spring Is sonetnihg
to be looked forward to, and remefn-
was so much preparation. so much dig
ging and so much fussing around.
1t began in the winter, when the
snow was on the ground and rose
was only something to be dreamed or,
or seen in o florists window.
of1%.,
Those catalogues! They combine the
work of the artist with that of an
other artist, a word painter. VINO tetis
one about the roses and violets, tne
foxgloves and the marlgoios, apou.
beans and peas and sweet corn and
such tomatoes as never bloomed on
land or sea Or do they? No one that
ever saw the picture but has IN the
back of his mind a lurking suspieion
that they do and that he Will try them
out next year.
Out of the glorious seed catalogues
YOU selected what appealed to you
and ordered your roses. They came
a month too early. but you sent them EN-
back, then settled down to wait tor
spring to come to your ard.
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At last spring seemed to come. The
earth dried out q bit. The frost was
out OF the air All WAS XXI fCsoihSSS
for the rose bushes.
Then they came. Such little fellers
they were. 1t did not seem that real
roses ever would come off such
bushes
Down deep went the holes, two feet.
capacious, capable holes they were,
probably big enough to hold two rose
bushes. The directions were scrupa-
soaked in water and when ready the
small bushes, scraggly looking
enough. were placed In them.
There they stood, meeting the un-
seeming to do much, until one day
you saw with q thrill of pride that
there was a bud.
That nrst bud. however, required
imagination to see it a large rose.
would that little knob ever be a
1t would. ,e5. -.
You forgot that flowers. like cats.
| are in the care of the Power that
made them. Just let them alone and,
home, wsgEing their petals behind
You may putter around as YOU
please in your garden. You may dig
ana paw and water and tender. 1t
ali helps. Yet, after oil. there is
| the work. - 3D..
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So the peace Of the garden becomes
yours.
You wait patiently for the little
| bud to swell into a flower. Days
| come and days go, but II does not
| worry you. There Il more rain than
| usual but so there was when Noah
| was q lad. --..
One morning the bud seems about
to open. You go away and think no
| more about: it An hour later you
happen out in the yard
A pink rose three inches across
| greets you.
| Such q large rose on such a little
| bush, you wonder how 1T does II.
| 1t is the first rose in your first gar
! den. CHARLES e. TRACEWELL. :