62 A GARDEN OF PLEASURE 



give one little pleasure ; but how exquisite 

 is the idea of a White Jonquil- ! There are 

 times when I am possessed with the wish 

 for coloured flowers to be white. A 

 white Camellia japonica ! a white Chinese 

 currant ! At this moment, however, a 

 crowd of pure white daffodils is the desire 

 of my heart. In the garden of our castle 

 in Spain there shall be a long green walk, 

 bordered thickly on each side, under the 

 pomegranate trees, with white and golden 

 daffodils, both single and double. 



In the orchard there is a green walk 

 where one passes through the shimmer- 

 ing pink of large bushes of Chinese or 

 Californian currant (ribes sanguineum). As 

 yet they are only in rosy bud ; but there is 

 something fairy-like in the extreme light- 

 ness of these interlacing branches, tipped 

 with clustered points of pink ; it is better 

 than when the flowers are full, for-then a 

 little green begins also to show and there 

 is something gone from the beauty of them. 

 Better still than the magic of this roseate 

 mist, there is a certain sweet and silvery 

 charm begun to spread over all the garden, 



