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Garden pleasures

IT’S THE TIME of year in the country, to begin a pleasurable activity which is growing in popularity with Americans everywhere—home gardening. It’s been the usual thing for farmers to tend a vegetable garden, to set a fine table, but the pleasures of vine-ripened tomatoes, unfrozen peas and uncanned beans had become largely unknown to a growing number of Americans, urban and suburban types that they have become in recent generations.

Now, startling increases in the cost of groceries and dissatisfaction with mass production methods which seem to permeate everything with the taste of the plastics in which they’re wrapped, have inspired many Americans to delve again, as Adam did in the beginning.

The rewards are many. We know there are golfers out there who might hate us for mentioning it, but gardening is good exercise. It’s satisfying to see seeds you put in the ground, with your own hands, sprout and prosper and bear. It’s unspeakably satisfying when you’re able to sit down to steaming ears of buttered corn, picked just a few moments ago a few steps from the back porch; slice into juicy red tomatoes; ladle out the plump butte rbeans and limas, sprinkle the whole with savory herbs, clipped fesh, and dive in.

AS YOU CAN SEE, it’s really something, and people who are just getting into the joys of home gardening don’t really know the full extent of the pleasures that lie ahead.

So, plant that garden. Be ecologically sound, nutritionally superior, get the best exercise there is—in the fresh outdoors—and save money in the bargain. Who could ask for anything more?

Pass the beans, please. And then pass the beets, the spinach, the new potatoes, the lettuce....□

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