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the delicate and gorgeous hues of summer 
bulbs—tigridias, montbretias, and gladiolus. 
Then after the full tide of summer, when the 
poppies have marked its most dazzling height, 
it will lapse into the russets and gold of au- 
tumn. The deepest garden colour comes 
with the fall of the leaf. 
The flame azaleas that I made a journey 
to see were a revelation of colour. They 
were in all shades from palest buff and 
tender apricot, to almost a geranium red. 
Sometimes a single head of large, graceful 
flowers would pass from pale lemon to 
orange-gold. The delicate green of the young 
forest growth was a foil to their wonderful 
hues. Inthe open the pink azaleas bloomed, 
but these were familiar from florists’ windows, 
and tame beside the sunset flush of the others. 
The woodland undergrowth was still young. 
Ferns were just uncurling their fronds, and 
some sprays of maidenhair were so delicate 
that it seemed as if a touch would blight them. 
Jack-in-the-pulpits (called by the English 
“‘Lords and Ladies”) were thick among 
