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LANDSCAPE ECSTASy 



The Master of the House saw this morning a tiny 



Golden-crested Wren fluttering from stem to stem of the 



tall Darwin Tulips to pick 



at the Forget me nots 



below/ and every time it ; ^ 



pecked it twittered with 



joy, so light a thing that *V" 



it scarcely swayed the 



slender stalks a fairy 



vision. 



The Hemicycle, where the 

 grass must be allowed to 

 grow lush, because of the 

 bulbs, until the leaves 

 " ripen off/ 7 is none the 

 less attractive on that 

 account. There are eight 

 little square beds, each 

 containing a weeping stan- 

 dard-" Dorothy Perkins " 

 or " Stella " ~ thickly 

 planted below with Forget- 

 me-nots and Bybloemen 

 Tulips. Between the beds 

 there is a large red pot also 

 filled with Forget-me-nots 

 and Bybloemen. The Tu- 

 lips have a kind of wild grace, coming out of the long grass/ 

 and Myosotis, darling little creature, accommodates herself 



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