A Little Maryland Garden 37 
States, and commonly called the spider 
plant. 
There is one bed in my little garden that 
has been planted in accordance with my old 
gardener’s advice, “from the hills and 
swamps.” It was long an eyesore. It cried 
aloud to be planted, and so many other places 
had to come first. It lies on the opposite 
side of the brick walk from the orange and 
blue bed, under the house wall. There was 
never enough to spare to fill this little border, 
and it became a place for all the weeds to fore- 
gather. A white day lily (funkia) was 
planted at one end, and for a long time 
was the one civilised occupant of the bed. 
After a time some one sent me some lilies 
of the valley, and they made a little oasis in 
the weeds; but they seemed to lack vitality. 
They came from an old garden, and I think 
their vigour had run out, like an old family 
gone to seed. Instead of adding to the bed, 
they disappointed me by refusing to do their 
best, and so made another count against it. 
But there came a day when an expedition 
