A Dreamy Past Remembered in a Garden

“On the other side of the house, to a little distance, was a garden of old-fashioned roses and sweet shrubs that filled the air with fragrance when they  were abloom. And there were beds of tulips and daffodillies, and there were graveled walks edged with box, and a greenhouse of shining glass at the lower end of the garden. And there was a wooden summer house at the end of one of the gravel walks, and together it was such a garden as you will hardly find outside of a story book. It seems to me that when I think of that garden, I cannot remember anything but bloom and beauty, air filled with the odor of growing things, and birds singing in the shady trees in such a fashion as they do not sing nowadays.”