even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring.

That is the stimulus of nature; it is never, never old, and always developing. Even the scarred, wrinkled earth herself is a mere infant among the old ladies and gentlemen that tread foot-paths in the sky.

Why is it that so many people think that charity consists in giving away merely what they cannot use instead of the article the recipient needs?

it is really astonishing how few colors are inharmonious when they are profusely massed and have green for a background.

what is life worth if one has nothing to give away? This lack, it seems to me, must be the sharpest pang of poverty.

Let everyone who makes garden plans frequently insert the letters C.P. in them as a reminder, the same standing for climate permitting.

Nature, when undisturbed, is never monotonous, you know. Even when using green, the most frequent color on her palette, she throws in contrasting tints by way of expression, and you will seldom see two sides of a leaf of the same hue, and the leaf stem frequently gives a good dash of bronze or purple.