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Elizabeth and her German Garden
by 〃Elizabeth〃 ＇Marie Annette Beauchamp＇
May 7th。I love my garden。 I am writing in it now in the late afternoon loveliness； much interrupted by the mosquitoes and the temptation to look at all the glories of the new green leaves washed half an hour ago in a cold shower。 Two owls are perched near me； and are carrying on a long conversation that I enjoy as much as any warbling of nightingales。 The gentleman owl says ＇＇musical notes occur here in the printed text＇＇； and she answers from her tree a little way off； ＇＇musical notes＇＇； beautifully assenting to and completing her lord's remark； as becomes a properly constructed German she…owl。 They say the same thing over and over again so emphatically that I think it must be something nasty about me； but I shall not let myself be frightened away by the sarcasm of owls。
This is less a garden than a wilderness。 No one has lived in the house； much less in the garden； for twenty…five years； and it is such a pretty old place that the people who might have lived here and did not； deliberately preferring the horrors of a flat in a town； must have belonged to that vast number of eyeless and earless persons of whom the world seems chiefly composed。 Noseless too； though it does not sound pretty； but the greater part of my spring happiness is due to the scent of the wet earth and young leaves。
I am always happy （out of doors be it understood； for indoors there are servants and furniture） but in quite different ways； and my spring happiness bears no resemblance to my summer or autumn happiness； though it is not more intense； and there were days last winter when I danced for sheer joy out in my frost…bound garden； in spite of my years and children。 But I did it behind a bush； having a due regard for the decencies。
There are so many bird…cherries round me； great trees with branches sweeping the grass； and they are so wreathed just now with white blossoms and tenderest green that the garden looks like a wedding。 I never saw such masses of them； they seemed to fill the place。 Even across a little stream that bounds the garden on the east； and right in the middle of the cornfield beyond； there is an immense one； a picture of grace and glory against the cold blue of the spring sky。
My garden is surrounded by cornfields and meadows； and beyond are great stretches of sandy heath and pine forests； and where the forests leave off the bare heath begins again； but the forests are beautiful in their lofty； pink…stemmed vastness； far overhead the crowns of softest gray…green； and underfoot a bright green wortleberry carpet； and everywhere the breathless silence； and the bare heaths are beautiful too； for one can see across them into eternity almost； and to go out on to them with one's face towards the setting sun is like going into the very presence of God。
In the middle of this plain is the oasis of birdcherries and greenery where I spend my happy days； and in the middle of the oasis is the gray stone house with many gables where I pass my reluctant nights。 The house is very old； and has been added to at various times。 It was a convent before the Thirty Years' War； and the vaulted chapel； with its brick floor worn by pious peasant knees； is now used as a hall。 Gustavus Adolphus and his Swedes passed through more than once； as is duly recorded in archives still preserved； for we are on what was then the high…road between Sweden and Brandenburg the unfortunate。 The Lion of the North was no doubt an estimable person and acted wholly up to his convictions； but he must have sadly upset the peaceful nuns； who were not without convictions of their own； sending them out on to the wide； empty plain to piteously seek some life to replace the life of silence here。
From nearly all the windows of the house I can look out across the plain； with no obstacle in the shape of a hill； right away to a blue line of distant forest； and on the west side uninterruptedly to the setting sunnothing but a green； rolling plain； with a sharp edge against the sunset。 I love those west windows better than any others； and have chosen my bedroom on that side of the house so that even times of hair…brushing may not be entirely lost； and the young woman who attends to such matters has been taught to fulfil her duties about a mistress recumbent in an easychair before an open window； and not to profane with chatter that sweet and solemn time。 This girl is grieved at my habit of living almost in the garden； and all her ideas as to the sort of life a respectable German lady should lead have got into a sad muddle since she came to me。 The people round about are persuaded that I am； to put it as kindly as possible； exceedingly eccentric； for the news has travelled that I spend the day out of doors with a book； and that no mortal eye has ever yet seen me sew or cook。 But why cook when you can get some one to cook for you？ And as for sewing； the maids will hem the sheets better and quicker than I could； and all forms of needlework of the fancy order are inventions of the evil one for keeping the foolish from applying their heart to wisdom。
We had been married five years before it struck us that we might as well make use of this place by coming down and living in it。 Those five years were spent in a flat in a town； and during their whole interminable length I was perfectly miserable and perfectly healthy； which disposes of the ugly notion that has at times disturbed me that my happiness here is less due to the garden than to a good digestion。 And while we were wasting our lives there； here was this dear place with dandelions up to the very door； all the paths grass…grown and completely effaced； in winter so lonely； with nobody but the north wind taking the least notice of it； and in Mayin all those five lovely Mays no one to look at the wonderful bird…cherries and still more wonderful masses of lilacs； everything glowing and blowing； the virginia creeper madder every year； until at last； in October； the very roof was wreathed with blood…red tresses； the owls and the squirrels and all the blessed little birds reigning supreme； and not a living creature ever entering the empty house except the snakes； which got into the habit during those silent years of wriggling up the south wall into the rooms on that side whenever the old housekeeper opened the windows。 All that was here；peace； and happiness； and a reasonable life； and yet it never struck me to come and live in it。 Looking back I am astonished； and can in no way account for the tardiness of my discovery that here； in this far…away corner； was my kingdom of heaven。 Indeed； so little did it enter my head to even use the place in summer； that I submitted to weeks of seaside life with all its horrors every year； until at last； in the early spring of last year； having come down for the opening of the village school； and wandering out afterwards into the bare and desolate garden； I don't know what smell of wet earth or rotting leaves brought back my childhood with a rush and all the happy days I had spent in a garden。 Shall I ever forget that day？ It was the beginning of my real life； my coming of age as it were； and entering into my kingdom。 Early March； gray； quiet skies； and brown； quiet earth； leafless and sad and lonely enough out there in the damp and silence； yet there I stood feeling the same rapture of pure delight in the first breath of spring that I used to as a child； and the five wasted years fell from me like a cloak； and the world was full of hope； and I vowed myself then and there to nature； and have been happy ever since。
My other half being indulgent； and with some faint thought perhaps that it might be as well to look after the place； consented to live in it at any rate for a time； whereupon followed six specially blissful weeks from the end of April into June； during which I was here alone； supposed to be superintending the painting and papering； but as a matter of fact only going into the house when the workmen had gone out of it。
How happy I was！ I don't remember any time quite so perfect since the days when I was too little to do lessons and was turned out with sugar on my eleven o'clock bread and butter on to a lawn closely strewn with dandelions and daisies。 The sugar on the bread and butter has lost its charm； but I love the dandelions and daisies even more passionately now than then； and never would endure to see them all mown away if I were not certain that in a day or two they would be pushing up their little faces again as jauntily as ever。 During those six weeks I lived in a world of dandelions and delights。 The dandelions carpeted the three lawns； they used to be lawns； but have long since blossomed out into meadows filled with every sort of pretty weed； and under and among the groups of leafless oaks and beeches were blue hepaticas； white anemones； violets； and celandines in sheets。 The celandines in particular delighted me with their clean； happy brightness； so beautifully trim and newly varnished； as though they too had had the painters at work on them。 Then； when the anemones went； came a few stray periwinkles and Solomon's Seal； and all the birdcherries blossomed in a burst。 And then； before I had a littl
