OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



divided by pergolas and arbors, each with some special 

 feature; for instance, two ancient mulberries boasting 

 four hundred years above a grassy court, an oblong 

 pool reflecting rosy oleanders and pomegranates, a 

 playful fountain in the midst of hyacinths and straw 

 berries, a tiny marsh for iris and Canterbury bells! 

 Imagine a hedge of cabbage roses on either side of a 

 vine pergola one hundred and fifty yards long, with 

 Madonna lilies blooming as the roses fade! Fancy 

 "a dozen rose gardens carpeted with tulips and 

 anemones! . . . From April to Christmas we can cut 

 from thousands of plants of hundreds of varieties." It 

 is overwhelming! Think of a walk more than a hun 

 dred yards long leading through masses of iris, purple, 

 pale-blue, white, bronze, and yellow to the square of 

 a cherry orchard in full bloom! English primroses 

 star box-edged spaces, meadows of daisies and butter 

 cups, jonquils and narcissus, flourish under peach and 

 apricot, apple and pear trees, each splendid with 

 blossom. 

 This garden is so individual, so filled with thoughts ; 



