34 A Little Maryland Garden 
and most beautiful flowers in the garden 
world. 
The evening primrose, as one sees it stand- 
ing tall in the sandy creek bed, its pale lemon 
flowers spread out in the moonlight, looking 
like moons themselves, seems fit for any 
garden, but seen by day the foliage is coarse 
and untidy. Only the bulbous flowers seem 
to spring from the meadows and hills perfect 
in finish. One finds the calochortus with 
exquisite lavender and purple cups, standing 
tall among the wheat; or the yellow and red 
variety, the ‘‘ Mariposa lily,’’ named after the 
butterfly by the Spaniards because of its 
strange markings; or the lovely white calo- 
chortus that hangs its delicate ball, closed 
like the globeflower, in the shade of the 
cafions. These are perfect in colour, form, 
and finish, and their leaves and stems are 
only the ‘‘unconsidered trifles’” that hold 
them to earth. 
The complaint of Elliott’s customer who 
was indignant over receiving wild flowers, 
reminds me of a friend who had a catalogue 
