. The lure of the land . yes,they are actually in bloom. Did you ask when they were planted?Last November. There is the Udo, as happy in America as in Japan,and there in the seed-bed are the Pe-tsai, Chinese carrots and Sakura-jima radishes. Have I given you, my readers, a glimpse of the Farm this first dayof June. The next day the melons were planted, a furrough run, a big fork-ful of manure placed in each hill, some earth drawn over and the seedsown. These are greedy fellows and we felt success would be lackingfor them in unaided new ground. There were four varieties of cante-lopes and two o
. The lure of the land . yes,they are actually in bloom. Did you ask when they were planted?Last November. There is the Udo, as happy in America as in Japan,and there in the seed-bed are the Pe-tsai, Chinese carrots and Sakura-jima radishes. Have I given you, my readers, a glimpse of the Farm this first dayof June. The next day the melons were planted, a furrough run, a big fork-ful of manure placed in each hill, some earth drawn over and the seedsown. These are greedy fellows and we felt success would be lackingfor them in unaided new ground. There were four varieties of cante-lopes and two of watermelons. , Such busy days as the diary now reveals: potatoes and beans to besprayed with Bordeaux, lettuce to be cultivated, radishes to be washed,bunched and shipped to market, Lima beans to be replanted where thegermination was poor, peas hand-cultivated and acre seven horso-cul-tivated, a thousand and one things the diary does not reveal, includingphotographs by the score. Thus passes a single day. 66 The plants. The fniit The tomato story in three chapters 67 The evenings busy with books and chemicals, to bed late and torise early, but living in the free and open, close to mother earth andher unparalleled wonders. the birds were coming-—swallows, thrushes, bluebirds, they werelooking for water and well we knew if they found it they would build,becoming neighbors and benefactors in their destruction of insect life. Over in the diary among the pines, the Senior Partner found, lastFall, a stump long and slender and hollowed into a basin. At the timehe thought of a bird bath. Now was the time to fix it. Mike, hitch up Texas and go into the dairy and bring in thatstump; well pipe it to-night and have a fountain in the front lawn. Cant we go too? came the piping voices of wee ones. Of course you may, and Ill go with you for Mike doesnt knowwhere it is, I replied.
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