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growth. from day to day, something of the joyousness of the wren ever in the grape arbor near by, that spontaneous bubbling over of happiness, entered into my spirit.

As I gather my matchless vegetables, I cannot help but think of the wonderful miracle--that little seeds can be so transformed through the cooperation of sun, rain, soil, and human toil.

Whoso lacks faith, whoso is discontented, whoso is unhappy or out of harmony the the world, let him keep a garden.

Very truly yours,
Martha E. Bonham