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almost hothouse texture and fragrance. Not a single 

 spray or a dozen, but hundreds of them, covered the 

 bushes. 



This shrub is Daphne cneorum, a sturdier evergreen 

 cousin of Daphne mezereum, that brave-hearted shrub 

 that often by the south wall of my garden hangs its 

 little pink flower clusters upon bare twigs as early 

 as the tenth of March. Put it on your list of desir- 

 ables, for aside from any other situation it will do 

 admirably to edge laurels or rhododendrons and so 

 bring early colour of the rosy family hue to brighten 

 their dark glossy leaves, for the sight and the scent 

 thereof made me resolve to cover a certain nook with 

 it, where the sun lodges first every spring. I am 

 planting mine this autumn, which is necessary with 

 things of such early spring vitality. 



Another garden point akin to colour value hi that 

 it makes or mars has, I may say, run itself into my 

 vision quite sharply and painfully this summer, and 

 many a time have I rubbed my eyes and looked again 

 hi wonder that such things could be. This is the 

 spoiling of a well-thought-out garden by the obtrusive 

 staking of its plants. Of course there are many 

 tall and bushy flowers hollyhocks, golden glow, 

 cosmos that have not sufficient strength of stem 



