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It therefore became a storage shed, which simply meant a place to put anything you could not find a place for otherwise.

If the garden was a secret and we could get into it we could watch the things grow bigger every day, and see how many roses are alive. Don't you see? Oh, don't you see how much nicer it would be if it was a secret?

Behind every bloom-filled border is a grubby, sweaty gardener with muddy knees, chipped fingernails, and sore muscles--and a big smile, too.

Gardening at first felt like a natural pleasure, and then it became a necessary one.