A little garden in the city

{This article appeared on 16 May 1925 in The Star, a Johannesburg newspaper}


As, at early morning, when noises are still, one stands on the narrow winding path beneath the pergola and looks towards the house, Johannesburg seems very far away. The purple morning glories are waking in the sun; and overhead the sky is blue through a trelliswork of green. On the ground are the fallen leaves with their brave suggestion of woods and on either side the moss-covered bricks that keep the little violet planted borders in place.

Alas! too soon this remnant of old Johannesburg will also pass; for both house and garden must make room for the new cathedral at the end of the year.

Where flowers smiled, the knees of worshippers will bend and naught remain to tell the tale of what has been, save remembrance. But prayers and aspirations will be sweeter in that place because of what has gone before; some echoes of the flowers' perfume will still remain to mingle with each morning and everning's sacrifice.

It is to be hoped that in the future some similar plot of ground awaits this ardent garden lover, so that she may continue to happily carry on her consoling work of patience and of love.

BALBUS [The Star's regular garden contributor during this era, Pauline Bankes]

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