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ing to grow. I decided to take the chances 
of its being able to stand the winter in the 
open, and planted it out permanently. It 
was enriched with cow manure and protected 
with coarse litter, and is now adding cubits 
to its stature in a very satisfactory way. 
I have just come across one of the old 
lists I sent, which included perennial asters, 
sweet rocket, valerian and _ wallflower, 
Shasta daisy and plume pink, and other 
border plants. I remember the valerian 
was chosen for sentiment. One of my most 
vivid flower memories is of the Mission 
Dolores in San Francisco, on a May day. 
The sky was of the deepest blue, the air 
golden with sunshine, and the graveyard 
beside the Mission was one mass of climbing 
roses, arching over everything, flinging masses 
of bloom everywhere, lavish as only Califor- 
nia rosescan be. And beneath them a deeper 
note of pink struck by the valerian that grew 
everywhere among and over the graves, 
holding up soft pink tufts to the sun. Both 
were so exuberant, so full of life over the 
