PAINTING THE LANDSCAPE 



of it at first, and planted recklessly every- 

 thing I could lay my hands on, anywhere 

 a patch of unoccupied ground offered it 

 a resting-place, quite regardless of what 

 the ultimate size, shape, or colour would 

 be. And it was not till they were full 

 grown and began to blossom that I dis- 

 covered pink phloxes and orange tiger 

 lilies engaged in hand-to-hand combats 

 of outraged colour, and other equally try- 

 ing combinations. And by that time 

 many of the shrubs were too old for 

 transplanting, and I had to pull them out 

 and throw them away. One year a hy- 

 drangea and a hardy larkspur, by some 

 hocus-pocus of nature, blossomed in each 

 other's embrace, making such a charming 

 confusion of mingled blue and white that 

 I longed to duplicate the effect. But, 

 although I planted a dozen larkspurs be- 

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