CHILDREN’S GARDEN CIRCLE

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 83, Issue 301, 21 December 1939, Page 3

CHILDREN’S GARDEN CIRCLE

.Dear Members, Another lour days and then, hey presto, lor jolly Christmas parcels with gay covers and silver strings and lovely Christmas dinners. 1 suppose most ot you have finished your Cnristmas shopping and have everything packed tiway. Isn’t it fun decorating the rooms with festoons ol silver anu coloured paper, just those little touches which give home that Christmassy feeling. Isn t it great lun hurrying through the shops in search ol a present for Mummy or Daddy : Now that school is over for a lew weeks, the excitement ot holidays I has increased, and many of you w'lll soon be joining the happy throngs at the seasicie or in the country. Many oi you will be going to places new and some to old friends so 1 hope there will be calm seas and blue skies for each and every one of you. This will be the last time we will meet in Eetterland this year, for already the old year passes on. As 1 sit and look back on the year that is last passing, 1 try to gather together the many liiendships that have been made in our C.G.C. I have just finished reading through my register and 1 wonder now the year 1939 has treated you. To most i ol us it has been a year of happiness, much joy and laugnter—a year in which the buds each day have sang their song lor us—to others it has been a year of sadness, for some have lost their loved ones-—to others, it has been a year of anxiety, lor many loved ones are living in lands of war. It is such days as we have passed through I that we feci thankful lor our flowers| and gardens. To those who have their dear ones I send these lines— Take all the sorrows of thy sorrowing heart And told them in the flowers that God has given Within the scented silence rest apart And m the garden thou shall, find a heaven. Another beautiful message to those who have lost their dear ones is found in the following lines by M. Aumonier: I have foi got the days of dark and gloom, Fur memory paints my garden in the spring, And once again 1 see the tulips bloom. And almost 1 can hear the blue-belL-, ring. We who have enjoyed our gardens and the gilt of flowers must not forget to thank God for the many leasure hours we have enjoyed: Dear Lord 1 thank Thee for the precious hours, Wnen free to wander round my garden ways, I gather songs of birds and scents of flowers, And store them in m.v heart for sadder days. 1 wonder how many of my gardening friends have gathered the song of the bird, and the scent of the flower in their darkening days and stored them in their hearts. Soon again the dead leaves will be on the ground and the mists of autumn will be upon us. But with these mists of autumn the winds and storms will paint for us such sunsets as are seen only in the fall of the year. The mists of autumn will bring with them the beautiful tinted foliage of autumn and if the song of the birds and the scent of the flowers has remained with us we will enjoy these pictures of autumn. And from autumn we will pass to winter when the trees, bare of their leaves, will show their strength and our gardens w ill be silent. It will be night with our flowers, they will be sleeping under their warm qiAt of snow, resting till the time ot the "Great Awakening" which never fails. This will be daffodil time. Daffodil Time I Oh, the glory of a garden just al sunrise in the spring, I With the drew drops on a dell of daffodils If you listen in the dawning, you will hear the sweetest thing, That’s the baby birds awakening on the hills. Lei us hope that ere the awakening of spring, peace will be with us - Christmas Music Chii>tma.s music tills the town With melodies so gay, From every liny birdling’s throat I Ring songs throughout the day. ["Peace on earth, goodwill to men.'' The lilies softly *ing, And peace on earth" is echoed From larks upon the wing. May joy and health and happiness Be yours, my dear, to-day, The llower folk send perfumes sweet The sun, a golden ray. And now. lots and lots of love to you all with hopes for the jolliest Christmas week to each and everyone 1 of you— From vour gardening friend, “CARNATIO.”