OUR SENTIMENTAL GARDEN 



under the trees/ and we mean to star the banks with 

 Primroses and Wild Violets. 



We have made a vast improvement these days by turfing 

 most of the walks, and we now look out on a delicious 

 sweep of green. The Lily Border and its opposite neigh- 

 bour, the tongue of land with the Buddleia trees and 

 shrubs, look infinitely more attractive thus set into the 

 verdure. Great clumps of yellow Polyanthuses and self- 

 sown Forget-me-nots make it gay while we are waiting 

 for the Narcissus Poeticus, the Poppies, the Lilies and 

 other joys to break upon us. The field of mixed Nar- 

 cissus under the trees is going to be one sheet of blossom 

 in a few days, blown about, though they be, poor darlings, 

 by these fierce and cruel winds. The papers are full of 

 exclamations over "winter in April": so far our high- 

 pitched garden has stood it well. This is the advantage, 

 we suppose, of its natural backwardness. 

 We are now fired with the desire to turf the Dutch 

 Garden/ the path under the second terrace, i.e. Blue 

 Border, and also the path leading from the Bowling Green, 

 so that we shall look down on a succession of green levels, 

 each with its wealth of flowers. We want to make the 

 whole little place shine like a jewel out of the rough setting 

 of the moor. 



Talk of the zest of gambling ! 'Tis impossible that it could 

 more possess the soul in defiance of purse and prudence 

 than the garden mania. If Loki's Grandmother had hold 

 of a cheque book <which she hasn't) she is afraid the family 

 substance would flow away from month to month into 

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