r86 A GARDEN OF PLEASURE 



Never do I remember the pinched and 

 hanging stalks and blackened mouldered 

 ruins of summer, to have made the garden 

 look more drearily disconsolate. Yet even 

 now, in the mournfullest wreck-encum- 

 bered borders, straight slender stems appear 

 already full of greenest sap and of * all the 

 wonder that's to be.' As the saying goes, 

 'when one door shuts another opens.' 

 And so though a thousand regretful 

 memories cling round the autumn garden, 

 and rise in the heart with the scent of 

 dead and dying leaves, there is no time to 

 dwell on them. Winter's happy working 

 day begins. Now is the time to play all 

 manner of new invented games with flower 

 beds and borders, lawns and shrubberies. 

 The laying out of lines in a garden is not 

 perhaps so easy as might be thought. 

 Your design may look well on paper but 

 when actually cut out in the turf, most 

 likely it will come all wrong ; and the 

 clearest head will find too late, that essential 

 details of surroundings have been forgot, 

 or not sufficiently taken into account. 

 The work of remodelling our entrance 



