And last year Jack sowed green peas for our dolls' dinners, but they
were eaten up by the mice.
And he would plant potatoes in furrows, which made the garden in a
mess,
So this year we mean to have no kitchen-garden but mustard and cress.
One of us plants, and the other waters, but Jack likes the
watering-pot;
And then when my turn comes to water he says it's too hot!
We sometimes quarrel about the garden, and once Jack hit me with
the spade;
So we settled to divide it in two by a path up the middle, and
that's made.
We want some yellow sand now to make the walk pretty, but there's none
about here,
So we mean to get some in the old carpet-bag, if we go to the seaside
this year.
On Monday we went to the wood and got primrose plants and a sucker of
a dog-rose;
It looks like a green stick in the middle of the bed at present; but
wait till it blows!
The primroses were in full flower, and the rose ought to flower soon;
You've no idea how lovely they are in that wood in June!
The primroses look quite withered now, I am sorry to say,
But that is not our fault but Nurse's, and it shows how hard it is to
garden when you can't have your own way.
We planted them carefully, and were just going to water them all in
a lump,
When Nurse fetched us both indoors, and put us to bed for wetting our
pinafores at the pump.
It's very hard, and I'm sure the gardener's plants wouldn't grow any