<正> Late on a chilly autumn afternoon,I start digging on thelittle slope behind my house.A bale of peat,a bag of bonemeaP and a barrowload of rich,black composts prepare therooty soil for bulbs.I wonder why I am bothering to plant these flowers ofspring and summer—tulips,narcissuses and lilies.I don’t ownthis land or the old house that sits on it.Fortunately the land-lords indulges my gardening whims in the spirit of home im-