My Garden in Spring 



angle, and so have provided it with the majestically sono- 

 rous word once its generic but now reduced to its specific 

 name. When it was followed by siliquosus it was mightily 

 filling for a label, but sounded as though it might be an 

 efficacious spell against witches if pronounced impressively. 

 Viola bosniaca is a mass of bloom up among the higher 

 rocks, and has sown itself so freely that a dozen or so large 

 plants are staring at us with their friendly rosy faces. I 

 wish I could say the same of V. calcarata, which was 

 planted close by it and has grown into a yard-wide bed of 

 leaves of a Watercress appearance, and is bearing three 

 blooms and no promise of more. Yet these very plants 

 were solid bunches of flowers when I dug them up on Mt. 

 Cenis two years ago. Helichrysum bellidioides has lived 

 here through three winters, but was so badly cut that it 

 had all it could do to try and look green again during 

 summer, and found no time to waste on flowers until I 

 planted a bit at the foot of a stone facing due south and 

 gave it a lean-to of glass. The mild winter has favoured 

 it, and it is now thickly covered with pure white Daisies and 

 well repays the little extra trouble. A fine specimen of 

 Muehlehbeckia varians stands as the boundary post between 

 this newly-built rock bank and the older portion, mainly 

 devoted to succulent plants. I find it hardier than M. 

 complexa, and though it looks a bit shabby by the end of 

 the winter, after I have cut its hair and the warm rains 

 come and shampoo its head it is soon covered with its 

 characteristic fiddle-shaped leaves, and later in the season 

 produces heart-shaped ones as well, and bunches of minute 

 greenish flowers, but I have not yet had berries on it. It 

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