CHAPTER VI 



THE SUMMER GARDEN 

 PERENNIALS AND ANNUALS 



IN the gardens we love best there is always 

 to be found a personal note, the sign and seal 

 of some distinct individuality, which leaves 

 its impress long years after the head that 

 planned, the hand that wrought, the heart 

 that loved, have left it, or mayhap are laid 

 to rest in the nearest churchyard. Who does 

 not know the way in which the scent of 

 certain flowers recalls some such gardens, be 

 they small and humble, or large and mag- 

 nificent ; and how it brings a quick, sharp 

 pang, half pain, half pleasure, in its sudden 

 evocation of the past ? For instance, I can 

 never smell the fresh and quaintly aromatic 

 fragrance of the butterfly-like flowers of the 

 Pelargonium, with their honest, friendly faces, 



