April 24, 1915 



HORTICULTURE 



555 



A Rock Garden in Spring 



To the t'litluisiastic lover of 

 flowers there is a fascination about 

 a well-planned rock garden or al- 

 pine collection, not ex<>eeded by 

 any other form of gardening. With 

 a suitable location and material, 

 charming effects may be produced 

 and there is a perpetual infatuation 

 in the work of caring for the dainty 

 little occupants of such a work witli 

 its daily changing glow and rich 

 diversity of fonn and color. A few 

 good examples of r(X'k gardening in 

 a neighborhood will suffice to stim- 

 ulate an immediate and rapid 

 growth in popular favor, for their 

 charm is irresistible for young and 

 old. 



The accompanying view shflws a 

 corner in the extensive r(x;k and 

 alpine garden on the Goodwin 

 estate at Hartford which is under 

 the management of that devoted and 

 enthusiastic gardener, J. F. Huss. Pictures like 

 this, unfortunately, very inadequately convey the 

 beauty of the scene. On most estates there may be 



found an a impropriate place for the construction of 

 ^uch a delightful accessory to a well ordered flower 

 oardeii. 



An Encouraging Recognition 



It is a very hopeful sign when the big influential 

 newspapers of this country, notwithstanding the call 

 upon their space and time, give the thought and the 

 room to editorial notes such as the following. They 

 have the true ring and give voice to the growing ap- 

 preciation by the American people of all that the horti- 

 cultural profession holds dear. 



Save the Flowehs 



This is the season of the year when everybody is 

 eager to get out into the fields and the open country. It 

 is the one best cure for spring fever. There is a period 

 between the going of cold weather and the coming of warm 

 weather when the inland woods and pastures are more 

 inviting than are the beaches. It Is in the good old sum- 

 mertime that there comes to us the greatest charm "out of 

 the cradle endlessly rocking." along the wave-washed 

 shores. This desire to make journeys afield conies just at 

 the time when the spring flowers "do paint the meadows 

 with delight." But, alas! this delight is likely to be short- 

 lived if the flower-pulling vandal chances to pass that way 

 to pick or pull up by the roots everj- stalk that bears a bloom 

 or bud. He is anything but a lover of flowers who picks 

 them by the bushel to wilt and be thrown away when they 

 might have been allowed to glad the landscape and all 

 who like himself fare forth to enjoy the charms of spring. 

 But little more considerate than those who kill all the 

 birds are they who pick and destroy all the flowers. 

 Happier are they who can answer afflrmatively Emerson's 

 questions: 



"Hast thou named all the hlrds without a guii. 

 Found the wood-rose and lift It on Its stalk?" 



— Ilonlon Tniirlrr. 



Gou M.\L>E THE Country 



Who in this great town can read the list of subjects 

 they have been discussing at the farmers' institute in 

 Horticultural Hall today and yesterday without longing 

 for the country? One man talked of roses; another dis- 

 cussed pastures, those pastures which the country-bred 

 poet had in mind when he wrote: 



I lingered by the pasture bars 



From twilight until gloaniltig; 

 Till daylight clustered into stars. 



An through the clouds went roaming. 



Still another told about sweet peas. And there was talk 

 of co-operation among fanners, of pigs, of spraying fruit 

 trees, of hardy flowers, of picture-planting on the lawn and 

 commercial fertilizers. 



As the wire edge of winter wears down to the softness 

 of spring the call of the country becomes insistent. The 

 desert that man has made and called a town may be good 

 enough in winter. Then we see starved plants growing 

 on ledges of the stony cliffs we call houses or hotels, as 

 pathetic a sight as a .'i year-old girl in a public dance hall. 

 They have no place there. The blasting winds of winter 

 tear them to pieces and the blistering suns of summer 

 burn the life out of them. But the country! Tliat is the 

 place for living. The green carpet of the earth gladdens 

 the heart, and the sight of growing things that we have 

 planted appeals to something fundamental in us which we 

 deny at the peril of losing our best selves. 



We are all farmers at bottom. Man made the town, 

 and it is a splendid example of what man can do, leaving 

 out the glory of the fecund earth. But God, after all, 

 made the great outdoors that we know as the countr>'. — • 



PhiliiilrliihUt I.nifier. 



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