An endearing little book was waiting for me at our neighborhood used book store on a very rainy Saturday in the District. While hardly a classic, or even known to anyone but me, the Gardner's Bed-Book (published in 1939) now sits exactly where it belongs.
"This year of Rain. Everyone has been saying (and they said it last year too) that they never saw such a year for rain. Never has there been such a rainy summer. Over those who live in houses where the trees grow close and the bushes thick has come the sadness of monotony. The dismal days were hard to live through. And yet, as some person has said, it is a sure sign that we are over-civilized when we grow afraid of rain."
Now, if I only had a garden...
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