Every morning he was brought out and every hour of each day when it didn't rain he spent in the garden.

Even gray days pleased him.

He would lie on the grass "watching things growing," he said.

If you watched long enough, he declared, you could see buds unsheath themselves.

Also you could make the acquaintance of strange busy insect things running about on various unknown but evidently serious errands, sometimes carrying tiny scraps of straw or feather or food, or climbing blades of grass as if they were trees from whose tops one could look out to explore the country.