Forget Not Bees In Winter, Though They

The Writer Catches The Changes Of His Mind On The Hop. Growth Is Exciting; Growth Is Dynamic And Alarming. Growth Of The Soul, Growth Of The Mind.

Click, Clack, Click, Clack, Went Their Conversation, Like So Many Knitting-needles, Purl, Plain, Purl, Plain, Achieving A Complex Pattern Of References, Cross-references, Christian Names, Nicknames, And Fleeting Allusions.

My Garden All Is Overblown With Roses,/ My Spirit All Is Overblown With Rhyme.

How Poor And Disheartening A Thing Is Experience Compared With Hope!

The Farmer And The Gardener Are Both Busy, The Gardener Perhaps The More Excitable Of The Two, For He Is More Of The Amateur, Concerned With The Creation Of Beauty Rather Than With The Providing Of Food. Gardening Is A Luxury Occupation; An Ornament, Not A Necessity, Of Life.