Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-05
THIS AND THAT.
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

willing to let Nature take its course with
him.
What sticks in his mind, sticks: what
vanishes, vanishes. And there should
be no particular pride over the reten-
ton. or undue moaning when the lost
thoughts have put out to the sea Of
vanished facts.
*&*
There are few occupations Of man in
which the practitioner does not at times
wish with all his heart that he were rid
OF the whole thing. Precepts weigh
heavily upon the soul, but they cannot
be dismissed lightly, except in those
moments when men gather in reminis-
cent mood to discuss the universe.
Then plain facts speak from the
heart, and calamity howls all I'D and
| down the line. In such meetings the
successful lawyer wishes that he had
become newspaper man, and the lat
ter regrets that he did not 60 In for
the law.
The soldier wishes he had taken up
literature, and the writer that he did
not accept the invitation Of Uncle Sam
, to join the Marines and see the world,
We see the philosophy of the release
further worked out in the popular SUM
mer outings Of business organizations.
SYSTEMATICALLY promoted to develop
good fellowship" but in reality worked
up and out to give release from the
everyday grind.
The release of the seashore, country
and mountains Is well known. There
are various lesser releases, such as CIV
ing up of books for a time by the book
lover, the Winter solstice for the golfer,
and the Summer interlude for the
theatergoer
IAN work makes Jack q dull boy" as
the saying has it. This composite Jack
needs a release from more things than
horticulture, yet that fields narrows the
proposition down to workable proper
| tionS for discussion.
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1t is in the garden especially that the
home-oWner deserves release from
rules, from the approximation which
at times, despite its glory, weighs down
rather heavily upon the modern man
One OF the most appreciated points OF
working with the soil Is that here the
brain has a chance to rest
Nature in her softer moments sings q
lullaby which he alone will hear who
goes to her with wide-open ears, the
mind already put to sleep for the day
That is why. it has always seemed to
US, the late afternoon and evening hours
are the best for gardening.
One may respect the opinion Of those
who sing the song of early morning In
the garden. Surely the balmy air, the
quiet the sense of peace, Is absolute on
all sides, but the dew is wet to foot and
hand, and the little ants, too, have come
out for the morning stroll. and alto
gether the garden is not what some of
US would find it.
In the morning the cares Of the day
are before the gardener. No matter
how ardent his love for his plants, the
ONCE stares him in the face. Certain
problems which must be met are there
before him, no matter how hard he
tries to forget them. They peer at him
from the soft throat of gladiolus or
sheer with mock smile from the faces
of every panSy in the bed.
In the evening cares have been put
away. and the home gardener is able to
look his flowers in the face for the first
time. Now, II ever. comes release from
horticulture. There, amid the chill OF
the evening, surrounded by beloved
plants, he may look at beauty, not at
plans.
He sees happiness instead Of page 4
of the garden, magazine. He meets
| flowers as Nature grows them, rather
than as specimens in herbarium. The
botanical gardens are forgotten, and in
their place stands q little back yard
garden. its sins forgotten, only its
beauty, peace and happiness remaining