SPRING GARDEN AND ITS BULBS 51 



Madame de Graafmzy not prove too much for 

 me. A pure white trumpet Daffodil is indeed 

 a flower to dream of. 



All my bulbs, however, do not go at once 

 into the garden. Never has winter slipped by 

 so quickly and cheerfully as it has since I 

 began three years ago to grow bulbs in peat 

 fibre. For every room in the house, kitchen 

 and servants' hall included, is now gay and 

 fragrant from the time the last outdoor Chry- 

 santhemums are cut by frost, to the radiant 

 March days when bees, busy among Crocus 

 and Polyanthus under the open window, re- 

 mind us that " Lo ! the winter is past. . . . 

 The flowers appear on the earth. . . . And 

 the voice of the turtle is heard in our land/' 

 and this has been accomplished at the cost of a 

 little care and a very few shillings, without the 

 aid of a scrap of glass. 



Of course we have all known from earliest 

 nursery days that Hyacinths can be grown in 

 glasses, and that they, with Tulips, Crocuses, 

 Daffodils, Freesias, and other bulbs, if potted 

 or planted in boxes early in the autumn, placed 



