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In due time my daily task (?) was keeping every fading blossom picked from a twenty-foot row of Sweet Peas. What a vista that hedge of color and fragance opened to my beauty-loving soul!

Time has taken much, but left me "The Message of th flowers." The cultivation of Burpees beautiful floral creations, has, with every subsequent year, accentuated that perspective of the infinite of a third of a century ago. How often a nook Of Pansies or a riot of gorgeous Nasturtiums has salvaged my faith in the divinely ordained from the limbo of grief and disillusion. "Some call it