A Little Maryland Garden 173 
in grown people. They are provoking be- 
cause they start late, wanting a great deal of 
heat before they even try to grow, and this 
makes the season short for them. 
Besides counting one’s flowers in Septem- 
ber, there are active pleasures. One can 
once more take up trowel and spade, and 
dig in the ground. Then come the tough, 
brown paper bags with new bulbs, little 
white fritillaries, solid crown imperials, 
strong-looking daffodils, and tulips looking 
so toothsome, like the white meat of nuts, 
that one is tempted to eat them. For 
this is the month for planting, according 
to McMahon, ‘‘the Scarlet Martagon, white, 
superb, Canada, and red lilies, and all other 
kinds of bulbs that do not agree with being 
kept long out of ground.” 
Then, in a little garden as in a large, there 
are always some changes to be made at the 
end of the season; some plant has died and 
left a vacancy to fill; some tree has been cut 
down and changed a shaded spot into a 
sunny one; some vine has taken on such 
