22 DECEMBER 1950, Page 14

Into the Garden Nor is there much virtue in doing

so while the snow lies. All pruning is done, the lawns have been cut and edges trimmed, and most of the beds dug. What a joy it is to contemplate that tidied bareness, especially with its tippet of snow. There is a beauty about a garden at this moment which is enhanced by a sense of moral satisfaction. This austerity of line, with every twig etched hard against its bare background, evokes a sense of latency so rich that in comparison summer's opulence is a tawdry and