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My New Zealand Garden Lady Suffolk

My New Zealand Garden

Lady Suffolk

Published October 1st 2007
ISBN : 9781408609712
140 pages
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MY NEW ZEALAND GARDEN BY A SUFFOLK LADY - The monarch oak, the patriarch of trees, Rises three centuries by slow degrees. Three centuries he grows, and three he stays Supreme in state, and in three more decays. - 1905 - I HAVE no hesitation in making the avowal that I am blest with the craze for gardening -that solid, real, satisfactory occupation pointed out to us from the very first-and having worked like a Spartan at my parcel of ground for nearly twenty years, reducing spades, wheelbarrows, and such-like lady-sized gardening paraphernalia to atoms, I am tempted to recount some of the freaks of the plants, myself, and others, especially on this nurtured and revered spot of bad subsoil-worse than the riddlings o the Creation, as Sir WaIter Scotts gardener has it. To dress and keep our gardens is undoubtedly a Divine injunction not to be neglected, and it behoves us, in gratitude to the Creator, to keep our plots in order. Moreover, it is a significant fact that such gardens seem to belong to respectability, for I am sure those who have lived among the poor in England can bear testimony that, as a rule, the tidy garden folk are the best at sending their children to school, paying their rent, clean- I My New Zealand Garden liness and tidiness of person that they are more congenial, healthy and thrifty, and that their surroundings are Inore satisfactory for their small premises are rendered wholesome in that all rubbish is turned to account, instead of being allowed to collect in heaps and stagnant pools outside their doors their minds become elevated by the recreation, and their neighbours peccadilloes are neglected in fact, they are more healthy in mind as well as body. The smell ofMother Earth done is a preventive against disease, and I can remember a governess of mine having to ride behind the plough for several hours a day to inhale the odour, which, above all other remedies, contributed towards her recovery. We ought to be as healthy here as material circumstances can make us, surrounded as we are by fresh sea-air on all sides but it devolves upon us so to order our ways that we may draw down upon us the promised blessing of Him Who made it, and Who alone can keep our foot that it shall not swell, and prosper our basket and our store. In a land fanned by sea-breezes, with an atmo- sphere unpolluted by a dense population, and with the trammels of society greatly modified, all these impart a feeling of rest and freedom compar- able to the exchange of a town life for a country bne. I know of some broken-down systems who My New Zealand Garden 3 have found their way here in search of health to revive permanently-a fact which speaks highly enough for our surroundings. The wording of this little book will dispel any idea of my being a purist. I am also afraid that abruptness of style will be very apparent from start to finish. I plead guilty, too, to dishing up stale anecdotes to suit my purpose, and before rushing into the account of my garden, I must ask the reader kindly to excuse blunders in phraseology, which will be frequent, and may, perhaps, even equal in enormity the statement that The Captain was enabled to save his ship, his own life, and his wife-she carried a full cargo of cement. The generic and specific names of plants may often assume the appearance of the cart before the horse. I am, however, determined to let others know the pleasure and mentalprofit which I have derived from gardening, and also to give a fair account of plants which flourish here, and the beautiful trees and shrubs that can be grown. I have spared no pains in hunting up scarce things, and I feel somewhat like a retired sleuth- hound, but I am amply repaid by their beauty and growth, and the intense interest derived thereby...