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^[[stamped]]JUL 28 1924[[/stamped]]

^[[ [[underline]] For Prize Contest. [[/underline]]
Christine F Bronson. 
Wiscasset, Me.]].


What Burpee's Seeds Have Done for Me. 

Three hundred years ago wise Francis Bacon wrote in the essay "Of Gardens": "God Almightie first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the Purest of Humane pleasures." When I exchanged city for country life my first "Adventure" in comfort took this direction. 

Sun, moisture, good soil, care, these are the foundations on which a successful garden is made, but the keystone that binds all together is the certainty of life in the seed. And here is where Burpee's seeds come in. In my seven years' experience I have never met with a failure. Cedar poles covered with "Kentucky Wonder" and "Wren's Egg" beans sentinel the north side of my garden, sunflowers lift their gold rimmed plates filled with brown seeds at the bottom; rows of golden Bantam corn, blue Bantam peas and Lucullus Swiss chard march up the slope to meet juicy tomatoes and crisp lettuce and radishes at the top; all offer to the palate food as different from the jaded vegetables of a grocery store as fruit picked ripe from the tree is to that ripened in transportation. 

The "weeds" in my garden are scarlet poppies and yellow marigolds; once invited, they made themselves at home, but are easily controlled, and form beautiful spots of color among the green vegetables. 

These are the benefits Burpee's seeds have given me; improved health and a re-invigorated spirit, with food fit for an epicure. "And poured round all" there are bird songs and the pure fresh air.