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Dawna Walter is one of the authors leading the way
in Britain with her book that attempts to how even a tidy [1]
sock drawer can improve the quality of her life. Walter is [2]
the owner of the Holding Company, a shop on London’s Kings.
Road which sells hundred of storage ideas for the home. [3]
It has been a hit that Walter is planning to open four [4]
new outlets in near future. Born in America, Dawna [5]
Walter is a fast talker, a self-confessed perfectionist, and
a tidiness fundamentalist. "If it takes 10 minutes for you
to find a matching pair of socks in the morning,then you are
not in the control and your outlook just isn’t any good. Being [6]
organised saves you a couple of hours every week and giving [7]
you more time to do the things you enjoy," she explains.
Walter thinks that Britsh people are particularly bad
at getting to grips with their homes and lives:" There’s still
this war mentality where you just won’ t throw anything away
and soon your house is not working for you and is full of
things that don’t give you any pleasant idea. "She, by contrast, [8]
enjoys getting rid of things: "I love giving things off to [9]
friends. If someone admires something I have, I’ ll just give it
to them. "
She admits that some of her customers turn into storage
addicts and reveal that even children are getting the bug:
"We have 13-year-olds dragging their parents to the store because they want to get
their lives be oganised. "And what does this alphabetised life [10]
do for her Looking at her new red kitchen, with everything
in place, she says: "It’s so beautiful I could cry. \

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Protected by sweaters and a leather jacket against the biting blasts of the earth wind,I walk along the hillside this afternoon. Snow lies drifted among the wild cherries. Where the wind has swept bare the ground, the soil is frozen and rocklike. On this day of bleak cold, the earth seems dead. Yet every field and hillside, like a child,has the seeds and powers of growth hidden within it. From cocoon to bur, on a winter’s day, there is everywhere life, dormant but waiting. Within the earth there are roots and seeds; on the bare twigs, there are winter buds; buried in soil and mud beneath ice-locked water are the turtles and frogs and dragonfly nymphs; hidden in decaying logs and under snowcovered debris are the fertilized queens of the wasps and blumblebees. Everywhere, on aH sides of us, as far as winter reigns, life is suspended temporarily. But it has not succumbed. It is merely dormant for the time being, merely waiting for the magic touch of spring. All the blooms of another summer, all the unfolding myriad leaves, all the lush green carpet of the grass, all the perfumes of the midsummer dusk, all the rush and glitter of the dragonfly’s wings under the August sun--all these are inherent, locked up in the winter earth. Nor is this time of suspended activity wholly wasted. Scientists have discovered that, for many kinds of seeds, a period of cold is essential to their proper sprouting. They require the months of cold just as they do the days of spring. Seeds that lie on the frozen ground, that are coated with sleet and buried by snow, are thus the most favored of all. Bring those same seeds indoors, cuddle them, keep them warm, protect them from wind and cold and snow, and they sprout readily in the spring. The seeming punishment of winter is providing, in reality, invaluable aid. Similarly, the eggs of some insects, such as the Rocky. Mountain locust, need cold for proper hatching. Winter cold, the enemy of the easy life, thus is not the enemy of all life. It aids in the proper development of seed and egg. The death like inactivity of the winter earth is only an illusion. Life is every where in every foot of frozen soil, in every rocklike yard of solid ground--life is the endless variety of its normal forms.

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