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for many weeks. I shall never forget the effect 

 of a mass of them near Stratford-on-Avon, 

 when years ago, with two well-known artists 

 and a distinguished novelist, we made pilgrimage 

 round the little villages of the Shakespearean 

 Rhyme. If we had been entranced with the 

 Roses of " Piping Pebworth," so did we all 

 exclaim with delight over the Canterbury 

 Bells of " Beggarly Broom," which filled the 

 tiny garden in front of a labourer's little old 

 cottage. 



But what would the Summer Garden be 

 without its Annuals ? Rightly used, annuals 

 are a never-ending delight. Wrongly used, 

 however, they begin as an untidy mess, and 

 end as a desolate waste. How often do we 

 hear people say, " Annuals are such useful 

 things, they will grow anywhere, and you need 

 take no trouble about them." So they are 

 sown without any intention as to colour effect, 

 any thought as to suitable position sown too 

 in thick patches or rings, a hundred seeds being 

 used where ten would suffice. And when the 

 poor things, never thinned out and seldom 



