Excerpt from The Garden That I Love I could live in it.' I suppose I smiled; for a Whole life passed on a piece of earth fifteen feet square, part of which is dedicated to a gravel path, seems a somewhat narrow existence. But, after all, what is narrow? The Garden that I Love is, I allow, a trifle larger than that but to the owner of Wilton or Albury I imagine it would appear pitiably small. Withal, not only could I spend'all my days in it, but, as a fact, I do so and the only complaint I ever have to make concerning it is when weeds grow apace or shrubberies become unconscionably untidy and then I blame myself, and say to Veronica, who has often warned me against what she calls my mania for expansion, that I fear it is too large. Gentle as she always is with me, she cannot resist quoting my tardy testimony to the fulfilment of her own predictions. A wise man never says Med culpd to a woman. But then I have no pretensions to be wise, save in love for my garden and for Veronica. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.