“BLOW, GENTLE BREEZE."

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17179, 24 October 1923, Page 1

“BLOW, GENTLE BREEZE."

BY SIX BAD. 1 had a little garden plot, that stood my house beside, and visitors who saw the spot with won- I der always cried. T toiled therein I irom day to day, 'mid rain, or heat, or dew, and in a most amazing way my plants and seedlings grew. My vegetables took the priec at all the leading shows; my beans and peas would charm your eyes, in green and pleasing rows. j The. cabbages that T have grown would feed the town for weeks; my carrots well to fame were were known , my onions too and and leeks. Then flowers, too. I did not scorn—my garden was a sight; I rose at five o’clock each morn to start them growing right I’d beds of daffodils and phlox, and flowering shrubs a few 1 , and peonies and hollyhocks, all bright with morning dew. Beside the path my pansies lay, with varied colours bright; 1 i weeded them three times a day, | and watered them each night. I I tended all my plants with care, and proudly watched them grow; I thought they made a showing rare-—that was a week ago; for. while I eyed my beans and peas, and flowers blooming nigh, then came the raging nor-west breeze, and blew the. lot sky high.