136 A Little Maryland Garden 
roses, the freckled lily and the orchid, that 
revelled in ‘‘these unkempt gardens.” 
My tiger lilies are growing in the peach- 
tree bed, a bed I have neglected to mention, 
and containing almost as motley a crew as 
the “unkempt gardens” of the Korean coast. 
It is almost round, but divided through the 
middle by sunken bricks. The upper section 
is in roses, the lower has a heterogeneous 
collection of yuccas and tritomas, sweet- 
williams and tulips, for permanent occupa- 
tion; and tigridias, tuberoses, and Shirley 
poppies for the summer. Some plume pinks 
and hyacinths border it, and everything 
grows with a will. 
The roses live in their own half, it being a 
law of the rose family that they will not do 
their best when asked to share their apart- 
ments with a mixed company. Thus all 
the odds and ends and little experiments are 
collected in the lower end of the peach-tree 
bed, where they have a certain light shade 
and free circulation of air. Everything 
does well but the Shirley poppies, which are 
