It is the same with country people, who live in our quiet English villages that are as yet un spoilt by the dust of motors and the noise of holiday makers. A little chat over the garden wall in the cool of evening, about the luxuriant growth of the peas, the beauty of madonna lilies gleaming white against the dark timber of the cottage, or the special Size of this year's roses, will often make a lasting friendship. N o make-believe pastime is gardening with them; it is their true recreation. Their lives have been passed amidst fields, trees, beautiful hedgerows, and consequently they look upon these objects as friends. Surely this love of Nature is wholesome both to body and mind, and greatly to be encouraged by all who wish for the well being of England and her Colonies.