Gratitude Must Grow

One who loves flowers loves to go into the garden each day to see the newness expressed in the appearing of buds or the opening of buds into blooms or to contemplate the promise of new shoots coming out of the ground. The garden is never the same two days in a row during the growing season. There is always something there to gladden the heart.

How completely dull, on the other hand, is the garden made of artificial flowers! It may present a spectacular display of orchids or roses or cherry blossoms; but except for the day when this garden is viewed for the first time, the individual sees in it none of the vital quality of newness. The garden does not grow.

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