Category Archives: Garden

In an Essex Farm Garden – June 1922

I am writing this in an Essex farm garden and I am not likely to forget that I am in a southern county for the ardour of the sun, the quality of the atmosphere, the character of the crops, the … Continue reading

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Picking Primroses – March 1924

A friend of mine has left the country and gone to live in a city where, in spring-time, she misses the lanes and woods, with their lovely blossoms pushing their way through the winter-bleached turf. I bethought me that she … Continue reading

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Dream of Picture Garden – Friday November 1900

It is dark now in the mornings when we rise; the beginning of those long months of morning labour in the dark, which is one of the disagreeables of farm life. I go out to out to see if there … Continue reading

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Don’t Hurt the Flowers – June 1902

There is much talk nowadays of teaching children in country schools rural subjects and a love of Nature. There is one that has been very thoroughly taught, and that is to gather bunches of flowers. The female teachers — in … Continue reading

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Saturday – Marsh Marigolds – May 1902

From my bedroom window, I could see a patch of brilliant yellow, running along the top of the meadow. Brighter than the golden gorse and a broader mass than could be due to butter cups or dandelion. It proved to … Continue reading

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Friday – The Painter and the Clematis – May 1901

Weed in the garden a little while in the morning — weeds that ought to have been taken out long ago but there is always so much to do and the garden is everybody‚Äôs business. Somebody nearly related to myself … Continue reading

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Sunday – Despoliation of Primroses – April 1901

A cold wintry, wet morning. One of the hard things about farming is that one is always on duty. On a dairy farm, at any rate, if the women of the family take charge and assist through the week, they … Continue reading

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