6o GARDEN-CRAFT. 



out with hedgerows and enlivened with the gHtter of 

 running water : the heather-clad moors, the golden 

 gorse covers, the rolling downs dotted over with 

 thorns and yews and chalk cliffs, the upland hamlets 

 with their rosy orchards, the farm homesteads nest- 

 ling in green combes, the grace of standing corn, the 

 girdle of sea with its yellow shore or white, red, or 

 grey rocks, its wolds and tracts of rough uncultivated 

 ground, with bluffs and bushes and wind-harassed 

 trees — Nature's own "antickes" — driven like green 

 flames, and carved into grotesque shapes by the 

 biting gales. There are the 



" Russet lawns, and fallows grey 

 Where the nibbling flocks do stray, 

 Mountains on whose barren breast 

 The labouring clouds do often rest, 

 Meadows prim with daisies pied, 

 Shallow brooks and rivers wide " — 



the land that Richard Jefferies says "wants no 

 gardening, it cannot be gardened ; the least inter- 

 ference kills it" — English woodland whose beauty is 

 in its detail. There is nothing empty and unclothed 

 here. Says Jefferies, " If the clods are left a little 

 while undisturbed in the fields, weeds spring up and 

 wild flowers bloom upon them. Is the hedge cut 

 and trimmed, lo ! the bluebells flower the more, and 

 a yet fresher green buds forth upon the twigs." 

 " Never was there a garden like the meadow," 

 cries this laureate of the open fields ; " there is not 

 an inch of the meadow in early summer without a 

 flower." 



And if the various parts and details of an English 



