254 ALPINES AND BOG-PLANTS 
ing perhaps half a dozen flowers. These flowers are 
round, greenish, small, and quite dull until you look into 
them. And then you see that the circular bloom is 
deeply cut and fringed all round its edge, into the finest 
delicate lace-work imaginable. ‘There is nothing solid, 
in fact, about the blossom, it is all a fringe to the central 
mass where the organs live. In cultivation it thrives 
profusely, grows more than a foot high, carries more 
than a dozen flowers, makes a conspicuous solid tuft of 
leaves, and sows itself copiously all over the place. Of 
inconspicuous beauties this is the keenest and quaintest 
that I know. More obvious than this is a valuable marsh- 
plant, Calla palustris, a rampant, running miniature of 
the common false Arum, Calla ethiopica. 'Vhis riots about 
over marsh and mud-flat, asking nothing but stern repres- 
sion, and eating you out of house and home in no time. 
In dryer corners, under bigger things, you will, of 
course, have a welcome for Sanguinaria canadensis, with 
its round-lobed leaves, glaucous blue and bronze, and 
its snowy flowers like Ranunculus anemonoeides,—or 
perhaps it would be shorter to say ‘like an Anemone’ 
straight out. This is never a nuisance and always a joy. 
One only wishes it would increase quicker, so joyous are 
its foliage and white stars in early summer, in cool places 
or under deciduous trees. I have it in colonies, both 
canadensis and its improved major form—under my 
group of Magnolias, Kobus, Watsoni, stellata, and salici- 
folia. 'Then there are the Poppyworts and Jeffersonias, 
—coarse things, though brilliant, and reminiscent of the 
ordinary common Chelidonium, trebled in size. More 
beautiful is the rare HMomecon chionantha, from mid- 
China. But this exotic white Poppy for choice places, 
rich and warm, is not of unquestioned hardiness, and I 
have never been able to make a permanent success 
of it. 
