continue until the hollyhocks' great steeples of bloom 

 eclipse all that has gone before. Then lilies absorb 

 the admiration, until hardy phlox leads once more to 

 the inevitable chrysanthemum climax. 



Near the house, huddled about a motherly lilac, is 

 another bed in which the crocuses, tucked all about, 

 first awaken in March; the jonquils then sing an 

 April solo, to the accompaniment of hardy primroses, 

 while the forget-me-nots lead up to the Sweet William, 

 followed by coreopsis and delphinium; asters, hardy 

 phlox and chrysanthemums bring the season to a close. 



Perennials need particularly rich homes, and as 

 they are supposed to remain for some time in one 

 spot, the greatest chance for deep digging is before 

 they are planted. 



A good way is to wait until you are very mad 

 about something, then it is remarkable with what 

 violence you can wield a garden tool and make the 

 dirt fly it serves the double purpose of deep cul- 

 ture and relieving your own feelings. 



I am accused of moving my entire garden each 

 fall, and I have to swallow the accusation, for there 

 is a perfect house-cleaning inaugurated each autumn 

 because of mentally recorded mistakes in arrange- 

 ment which I could not realize until the actual bloom- 

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