. The lure of the land; the history of a market-garden and dairy plot developed within eight months upon Long island's idle territory . plete. We were to eat in the office end of Thanksgiving cottage, for six ofus were to sleep in the four-room Homestead. Pruning time was here, so we sallied forth to see how our orchard fear and trembling we went over it; returned rejoicing in the fact that not atree was dead and even this early (March 22) they showed signs of awakening. Rain, sleet and snow now prevented outdoor work; there was plenty inside,however, and the carpenters hammer still
. The lure of the land; the history of a market-garden and dairy plot developed within eight months upon Long island's idle territory . plete. We were to eat in the office end of Thanksgiving cottage, for six ofus were to sleep in the four-room Homestead. Pruning time was here, so we sallied forth to see how our orchard fear and trembling we went over it; returned rejoicing in the fact that not atree was dead and even this early (March 22) they showed signs of awakening. Rain, sleet and snow now prevented outdoor work; there was plenty inside,however, and the carpenters hammer still rang. The last day of March beingclear, we set out some dormant plants about the house-plot: roses, ornamentalgrasses, iris and such things. At home the tomatoes had grown strong and sturdy; we were giving them allthe air possible to keep them stocky, and now they needed transplanting. Pottedplants fruit much earlier than unpotted ones; early fruit brings the highest price:ergo, ours should be potted. John and I set to work, making the chickens scratch-ing house our workshop. A case of paper pots was to our hand; some earth from.
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