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December 1945
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Unlike Keat's "too happy tree," we gardeners are apt, in the
words of another poet, to indulge in the pastime of "I remember." And no
doubt on more than one drear December night we shall sit by the fire
thinking of our successes and failures of the past season in the vegetable
and fruit gardens. We shall no doubt do a bit of moralising, too—possibly
make good resolutions about being more timely in our operations next year.
And as it's the month traditionally associated with goodwill to all men, we
may be thinking about Christmas presents, not only those we may perchance
expect but those we will like to give. So as there's very little we may be
able to do outdoors this time of year, save possibly getting on with digging
any spare ground that's not frostbound, let us do a bit of fireside
gardening, with a bit of looking back and perhaps a glance into the future.
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Looking back
It has been said that of all dead things
only the past smells sweet. How does the past "smell" to you as you look
back on your gardening year? If you were successful, no doubt the past year
was "sweet."
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(But were there no crops that failed you?). If, however, your season was
very mixed, you will no doubt be thinking of the weather or the pests or
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