My Garden in Spring 



far afield yet, but arrived here last autumn, a token of the 

 kindly heart and good memory of Mr. Bennett Poe, who 

 recalled my raptures over its refined beauty when I saw a 

 bunch of it in his drawing-room at one of those delightful 

 gatherings for a cup of tea after a long R.H.S. day, alas I 

 too seldom possible for me, who throughout the Spring have 

 ever a train to catch to be in my place at a night school 

 that has grown to be part of my existence. Even among 

 the choicest orchids and rare exotics from his collection of 

 rare and lovely plants that always fill his vases, and make 

 one feel the R.H.S. Hall ought to have a subterranean 

 passage ending in a door into that room, to let Fellows see 

 what cut flowers for decoration of a room should be like 

 even in such company, White Minor held its own as a gem. 

 I was a prisoner in a sick-room when it flowered this year, 

 but it came to my bedside and filled me with pride and 

 gratitude and hope for next season. It is just the plant 

 for a choice corner of the rock garden, a fitting companion 

 for N, triandrus, cyclamineus, minimus, and their hybrid off- 

 spring minicycla, an early flowering, long-lasting darling, 

 with the charm of both parents. Minimus is not so pro- 

 lific here as I wish : it once seeded along a path edge, and 

 I hoped would go on doing so, but no further strays have 

 appeared. N. juncifolius is rather a late flowerer, but very 

 charming even though the rock garden is by then full of 

 flower, and all the Hoop Petticoats in the world may come 

 to me if they like and I will try to find room for them. I 

 once collected bulbs of citrinus near Biarritz, and by getting 

 my feet wet in their boggy home caught a bad cold, but 

 learnt a valuable lesson as to the right position for this 

 thirsty soul. This year I flowered and have seeded the 

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