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"O sweet September, they first breezes bring
The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter
The cool fresh air whence health and vigour spring
And promise of exceeding joy hereafter." |
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LIKE
the squirrel, the gardener who has done his job well can indulge in a
satisfied smile in September, when he surveys the fruits of his labours and
decides on those "O.S." fruits and vegetables that will represent his
household at the church or chapel harvest festival, tokens of his
appreciation of the world-old partnership between Providence and man.
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Assuming the weather has not been too unkind and the pests not too
troublesome, he can smile at the abundance that will be his squirrel's store
for the late autumn and winter days that lie ahead. So it is natural that
this issue of the Guide should be concerned mainly with harvesting and
storing.
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