GARDEN NOTES IN 1921 



receptacles, which compel the use of two or three 

 Mason jars full of water for gladioli, peonies, and 

 so on, I use these same twigs to stuff the space be- 

 tween the jars and the edges or sides of a large, 

 low basket. They are never seen, yet the ar- 

 rangement is kept firm in this way, even if carried 

 for a distance. 



March 25, 1921. 



On October 22 of last year there was shipped 

 by express from a town in Nottinghamshire, Eng- 

 land, a small collection of fine daffodils, fourteen 

 in all. These should have reached me in late No- 

 vember, allowing for all delays, but December 

 passed, and on January 17 arrived upon a Ten- 

 nessee mountain top a small box containing the 

 bulbs. Some of them seemed sound, a few were 

 hollow and worthless, one had vanished. Gar- 

 denless, I looked about to see who would give me 

 bulbous hospitality for the winter. Two kind 

 members of the Garden Club of Lookout Moun- 

 tain offered the needed space. After some two 

 months on ships and trains these were consigned 

 to earth with many fears and hopes, with the re- 

 sult that to-day, March 25, 1921, three beauties 

 of daffodils are blooming in Tennessee, a State 

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