98 JUNE 



month which is ugly outside the garden is the most 

 beautiful of all within it. The green is tempered 

 with other tints; the trees near by are intimate 

 friends, and we know what lies under their thick, 

 plain faces. We love them because we live with 

 them, and we do not expect them always to wear 

 their prettiest clothing for us. But with other dis- 

 tant trees which are strangers to us, or at best only 

 casual acquaintances, we feel no necessity to endure 

 their ugliness with patience, and we naturally resent 

 it when we can find no delight for the eye in them. 

 The aesthetic craving is unsatisfied, and the soul 

 within the stranger is not intimate enough with our 

 soul to react upon and inspire it. 



But wherever else there may be disappointment, 

 there is always something to charm in the orchard. 

 The flowers, even at this season, which is their best, 

 seem scarce and stingily distributed compared with 

 those in the beds, but is it not this which gives 

 them that look of Nature's planting which can 

 never be amiss ? What surprises me most is the 

 perennial habit which the Canterbury bells seem to 

 acquire in the grass ; they never fail to reappear in 

 each succeeding summer, though they receive no 

 attention in any way nor encouragement, such as 

 they get in the garden proper. Some of the most 

 satisfactory and attractive colonies in the grass are 

 formed of the following : 



Sweet-william, 



Doronicum, 



Italian alkanet, 



Blue flax, 



Single rocket, 



Pheasant-eye pink, 



Single yellow potentilla, 



Perennial lupin, 



Oriental poppy, 



Comfrey, 



Columbine, 



Scarlet avens, 



Foxglove, 



Borage. 



