THE UPPER GARDEN 



formal garden in a lovely tangle along the Trail, and 

 here it gladdens our eyes still. Although a biennial, 

 it sows itself and increases so generously that we take 

 up many small plants in the fall and put them in other 

 parts of the grounds. Every season we say, "Next year 

 we '11 have another plot of triloba," until now it greets 

 us not only from the edge of the woods in the wild gar 

 den, but from the path leading to the gravel pit and 

 from the oval before the east entrance, while from the 

 driveway a great tongue of it extends into the forest. 



But in my enthusiasm for the gay triloba I have wan 

 dered far from the upper garden! Here on each side 

 of the path are gillyflowers and pink, purple, and white 

 asters, not the stiff, zinnia-like variety but the feathery, 

 loose growing kind. Salpiglossis with its blooms of 

 every hue, and larkspur in varied shades of blue and 

 pink; foxgloves speckled with indescribable shades, 

 and the giant summer hyacinth (Galtonia candicans) 

 with its fragrant, bell-like drops reminding one of 

 fairy chimes; Shasta daisies and lilies of many kinds, 



snapdragons, mignonette and golden coxcomb, with 



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