the most part, the poor lank leaves of them fell about along Summer. 



the earth as yellow as the flowers. Full sad no doubt was the Colour and 



Lady of Flowers to see them in so sad a plight ; yet she wisely Contrast 



trusted the gardener with the whole matter as one too large for 



her small knowledge. It was for this reason I saw no nursing 



stones of comfort amongst the Spanish Iris. " King of the 



blues " is the very best blue Spaniard ; and along the edges of 



a stone-flagged path, several of this kind still lingered on, 



braving the July sun-heat. Colour, along that stony edge, 



seemed well arranged, although I believe chance rather than 



forethought brought the various hues together. The primrose 



yellow of Platystemon Calif or nic um contrasted with an azure 



exhalation if it so might be described a Salvia of deeper tone, 



and spikes of feathery lightness. I believe there is a country 



where this Salvia grows wild in the fields. A small plant of 



Inula crowded with orange Daisies, mixed in a tangle of seedling 



Indian pink and Phlox Drummondi^ and crimson Roses and 



honey-scented Alyssum ; the parti-coloured Colinsia too. Rich 



purple Kasmpferi Iris leaned against radiant bunches of pink 



Polyantha Rose, and out of the midst in its pride arose one 



single great, pure white, English Iris. Almost I quoted as I 



passed, from some old poet : " I know your spirit to be 



tall ! " Underneath among the Iris leaves' might be discerned 



a large rough stone. The Lady of Flowers then had been busy 



there ! Whose hand but hers would have laid those tell-tale 



stones ? And soon I found more stones at the feet of her other 



Love, a Honeysuckle. A strange, rare Honeysuckle, climbing 



the western side of the garden wall. The leaves are distinctly 



blue, and therefore it is named the blue Honeysuckle or 



Lome era Douglesi. This poor plant seemed to need all the 



