io 4 A GARDEN OF PLEASURE 



The air just there is perfumed with musk. 

 We let the musk wander at will all over 

 this border. We give it neither care nor 

 culture, and it gives back to us, for 

 nothing, the treasure of its sweetness. 

 With the parterre which lights up the 

 lawn before the dining-room windows, I 

 have little to do. The Gardener plans the 

 colours and arrangement of it, and I feel it 

 is in good hands ; two centre beds this 

 season appear to me especially happy. 

 They are the white Bride gladiolus, mixed 

 with deep red Tuscan rose; pure white 

 and crimson. 



The other long-shaped, narrow parterre 

 we have tried to pattern out like one I 

 saw last summer on a sunny Somerset 

 rectory terrace. It was in Vandykes of 

 many-coloured verbena ; ours is chiefly 

 variegated and scarlet pelargonium, blue 

 lobelias, both bronze, leaved and green, 

 dwarf ageratum tagetes, for yellow, and 

 serastium tomentosum, known sometimes 

 as Summer Snow. This snow looks very 

 brilliant from a distance, seen through 

 openings in the dark yew hedge. White 



