A Garden of Peace: A Medley in QuietudeMoore, Frank Frankfort
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A Garden of Peace: A Medley in Quietude
Moore, Frank Frankfort
Gardens -- Fiction
I need not give any of the “instances” that have come under my notice of
great advantage accruing to the garden as well as to the one who gardens
without an indifferent understudy--every one who reads this book is in a
position to supply such an omission. I am sure that there is no country
town or village that cannot mention the name of some family, a member
or several members of which have been hard at work raising flowers or
vegetables or growing fruit, with immediately satisfactory results, and
a prospect of something greatly in advance in the future.
I am only in a position to speak definitely on behalf of the working
proprietor, but I am certain that the daughters of the house who have
been working so marvellously for the first time in their lives, at the
turning out of munitions, taking the place of men in fields and
byres, and doing active duties in connection with hospitals, huts, and
canteens, will not now be content to go back to their tennis and teas
and “districts” as before. They will find their souls in other and more
profitable directions, and it is pretty certain that the production of
food will occupy a large number of the emancipated ones. We shall have
vegetables and fruit and eggs in such abundance as was never dreamt of
four years ago. Why, already potato crops of twelve tons to the acre are
quite common, whereas an aggregate of eight and nine tons was considered
very good in 1912. We all know the improvement that has been brought
about in regard to poultry, in spite of the weathercockerel admonition
of the Department of the Government, which one month sent out a million
circulars imploring all sorts and conditions of people to keep poultry,
and backed this up with a second million advising the immediate
slaughter of all fowls who had a fancy for cereals as a food; the others
were to be fed on the crumbs that fell from the master's table, but if
the master were known to give the crumbs to birds instead of eating
them himself or making them into those poultices, recommended by another
Department that called them puddings, he would be prosecuted. Later
on we were to be provided with a certain amount of stuff for pure bred
fowls, in order that only the purest and best strains should be kept;
but no provision in the way of provisions was made for the cockerels!
The cockerels were to be discouraged, but the breeding of pure fowls was
to be encouraged!
It took another million or so of buff Orpmgton circulars to explain
just what was meant by the Department, and even then it needed a
highly-trained intelligence to explain the explanation.
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