162 A Little Maryland Garden 
Wistaria with beautiful drooping bloom, or 
clematis paniculata following the lines given 
it and turning into a white cloud in the fall, 
even the honeysuckle and the trumpet vine, 
the one with its perfume, the other with 
handsome flowers, are far beyond the mono- 
tonous ampelopsis in grace and attractive- 
ness. 
Each year I have a struggle over a purple 
phlox which grows tall and rank. It is often 
seen in old gardens and country graveyards, 
and has great panicles of bloom. In my 
garden it blooms early and late, and stands 
higher than my head. Butterflies love it, 
and hover about it in clouds. Its rich 
purple is beautiful in the house, and I pick 
great jardiniéres full of it, and put with 
it sunflowers, marigolds, and golden glow, 
and it makes a harmony of purple and gold. 
But in the garden it is horribly discordant 
if anything blue or red or pink is anywhere in 
its neighbourhood. Like Alexander, it must 
reign, and it ‘‘must reign alone.’’ Each 
successive season I vow that such a domi- 
