WINTER MEETING. 141 



disconrages these bulbletslike frequent removals. I have had a change 

 of location cause the death of a fine collection, although considera- 

 tions for removal all seemed favorable, and they were takeb, as 1 

 thought, to a better place. I plant all lilies in clusters, in large well- 

 prepared beds, where they may reraain for many years undisturbed. 



I use cannas plentifully, because they are so easy to grow, are 

 very ornamental and prolific in blooming. 



I use vines a great deal, both in the Hower garden and about the 

 house. Climbing roses, cinnamon vine, ampelopsis, clematis, passion 

 vine, wooubine and honeysuckle, because vines express so much of 

 grace and beauty to me, and because a place without them looks naked 

 and uncomfortable. I use quantities of sweet peas and pansies every 

 year. Why ? Is it necessary to ask such a question ! It is because 

 they are so clean, sweet, fresh and beautiful, and because they deco- 

 rate the rooms so prettily. No floral center piece ever placed on my 

 table gives me one-half the delight that I can get out of a flat dish 

 hidden beneath feathery ferns, through which the smiling faces of 

 many pansies are showing cheerily. 



I use sweet peas because they may be cut by the half bushel and 

 are so fragrant and exquisite in their coloring. During their season I 

 keep every vase and bowl in the house filled with them, then send the 

 surplus to my friends. 



I always used nastertiums in my flower garden, because I love 

 their brilliant blossoms, clean foliage and pungent, spicy odor. When 

 the roses are resting and the sweet peas are gone, when the hot 

 summer wind has discouraged the pansies ; when, indeed, nearly 

 every other flower has performed its duty, fulfilled its mission and is 

 resting on laurels won, these cheerful, democratic nastertiums are at 

 their best. It takes a great deal of snubbing and positive ill-treatment 

 to discourage a nastertium. Nothing but Jack Frost is ever able to 

 hurt mine, and they must know how much I love them, for they 

 always bloom for me, so riotously, no other word can express their 

 overflow of exquisite brilliancy in my garden. 



I always use the China asters, not the quilled variety, but the 

 plain, old-fashioned sort. They are -not fragrant, but are of easy cul- 

 ture, have such rare colors and are so feathery, so branching, so rife 

 with bloom that a garden which excludes them shows poor taste. 



For decorative purposes I use them freely in tall vases, each vase 

 containing one splendid branch — a bouquet in itself — and am always 

 careful not to mix inharmonious colors. 



