54 A Little Maryland Garden 
coloured New England varieties, and a dwarf 
lavender, and an exquisite violet, whose 
names I neglected to note down, and grouped 
them by the deutzia. I remember once in 
the fall making a tour of the marsh, when 
my garden had gone to sleep for the win- 
ter, and being put to shame at its giving up 
so early when the marsh still glowed with 
colour. So I took up purple ironweed, 
four feet high, and gay toad-flax, and moved 
them into the lower border, and there they 
bloomed for some time, undisturbed by their 
change of quarters. 
This marsh is in its way a perfect wild 
garden, that lies outside my walls. It is 
a triangle between railroad tracks, with a 
full stream running through it. It is al- 
ways delightful, but particularly in the late 
autumn, when it glows with wonderful greens 
and russets. Tall marsh grasses and cattails 
stand with their feet in the water, and on the 
borders chicory lifts its exquisite blue flowers, 
asters and ironweed grow rank, with purple 
heads, and joepye-weed and Queen Anne’s lace 
