To work in them stores up not only health but joy.
Every flower in their garden stands for so much happiness, and with that happiness an instinct for home life and simple pleasures will strike deep roots.

From growing the humblest annual out of a seed-packet to grafting roses there is work for every age, and even in the dead season of the year the interest of a garden never dies.
In new countries gardens take new aspects.

A literal version of a _garden party_ in the Transvaal suggests possibilities of emancipation from the conventionalities which weary the older forms of entertainment with us.

Its object was not to play in a garden, but to plant one.
Guests came from afar, each one bringing a contribution of plants.

The afternoon was spent in laying out the beds and planting the offerings, in hard, honest, dirty work.