A Little Maryland Garden 17 
I made an orange and blue border, where 
there had been a troublesome strip of grass. 
It was between the brick path leading from 
the side gate to the back of the house, and 
the garden wall, and was just too narrow 
to be mown, and just too wide to cut well 
with the shears, and so it often looked ragged 
and untidy. But spaded up and planted 
thickly with lilies at the back, bordered with 
the bluebells, it made an effective strip of 
colour, and only asked to be let alone. 
The lawn grass made the upper part of the 
garden an even green, but in the lower part 
the dandelions disputed every inch of ground 
with it. They look so beautiful, starring the 
grass with gold, that the first year they had 
things rather their own way. It needs time, 
and a sense of having been taken advantage 
of to steel our hearts against anything so 
fine as dandelions. They take the garden 
by storm with their shining stars, but they 
come to be ‘‘a glistering grief,” ‘“‘a golden sor- 
tow.” They call out one of the most fertile 
garden crops—moral reflections. I defy any 
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