MARCH 49 



is a delicious tangle of iris, violets, and 

 rosemary, narcissus of the less common 

 kinds, with many a sweet South -loving 

 plant that has got there one knows not 

 when nor how. Amongst them is a star 

 of Bethlehem, and in the wall itself grow 

 bunches of yellow fumitory (Corydalis 

 lutea) just coming into flower ; and there 

 is a seedling holly, and a little starved 

 yew niched in a cranny near the top, and 

 there are patterns in grey lichen scrawled 

 upon the red brick. The polyanthus 

 narcissus, under the wall roots that have 

 been turned out of the greenhouse after 

 flowering in days gone by are luxuriantly 

 beautiful this season. Their petals are the 

 clearest yellow, and the cups deep orange, 

 most richly scented. The orange centres 

 seem to gather in and hoard all the sun- 

 shine that has ever shone upon them, 

 giving it out again in living sun-gold, even 

 in dullest weather. 



The delicate lilac flowers of Iris ensata, 

 sheltered among the thick-growing bushes 

 of dark green leaves, are blooming abun- 

 dantly. There have been hundreds of 



