Well, I Love Geraniums, And Anybody Who

I Had Never 'taken A Cutting' Before ... Do You Realize That The Whole Thing Is Miraculous? It Is Exactly As Though You Were To Cut Off Your Wife's Leg, Stick It In The Lawn, And Be Greeted On The Following Day By An Entirely New Woman, Sprung From The Leg, Advancing Across The Lawn To Meet You.

The Oldfields Of The Future Are Beyond Hearing; They Are Shut Up In The Factories And The Workshops, Leading A Rackety And Mechanical Existence, To The Damage Of Their Bodies And The Peril Of Their Souls, For The Sake Of An Extra Pound Or So A Week, Which They Promptly Spend On Mental Or Physical Narcotics.

Life In The Country Teaches One That The Really Stimulating Things Are The Quiet, Natural Things, And The Really Wearisome Things Are The Noisy, Unnatural Things. It Is More Exciting To Stand Still Than To Dance. Silence Is More Eloquent Than Speech. Water Is More Stimulating Than Wine. Fresh Air Is More Intoxicating Than Cigarette Smoke. Sunlight Is More Subtle Than Electric Light. The Scent Of Grass Is More Luxurious Than The Most Expensive Perfume. The Slow, Simple Observations Of The Peasant Are More Wise Than The Most Sparkling Epigrams Of The Latest Wit.

Last Summer I Was Staying At A House In Hampshire Which Was Famous For The Brilliance And The Originality Of Its Gardens. There Were Many Of Them, But The Most Beautiful Of All Was A Walled Garden In Which Every Flower Was Blue. There Were All The Obvious Things Like Delphiniums And Acronitums And Larkspurs, But The Most Beautiful Blue Of All Came From The Groups Of Cabbages - The Ordinary Blue Pickling Cabbage. Set Against The Blazing Blue Of The Other Flowers, It Had A Bloom And Elegance Which Made It A Thing Of The Greatest Delight.

Do You Ever Find Yourself Bursting Into A Sort Of Lunatic Laughter At The Sheer Prettiness Of Things?