GARDEN NOTES IN 1921 



temisia were not crowning the whole in its ap- 

 pointed, balanced place. 



August 27, 1921. 



This week came the first heavy rain of this 

 whole hot, dry summer. The garden was so filled 

 with flowers that for the first time in all my gar- 

 dening years I wished it less flowery and more 

 green. The storm gave me my wish. It bent 

 down all phloxes, heavy-headed flower-branches 

 of all sorts, and to-day I have been hard at work 

 with shears and two old bushel-baskets with rope 

 handles. Almost the twelve baskets of fragments 

 of the miraculous feast have been gathered up, and 

 now one sees a garden chastened, humbled by 

 storm and knife, but still throbbing with life and 

 with colors beautifully brought together by Del- 

 phiniums' second bloom and that of Buddleia and 

 Salvia azurea, which are commencing to put forth 

 flowers. 



Nothing more graceful and delicate has ever 

 inhabited the garden than Artemisia, with space 

 suflScient for its right development. For years I 

 have adored this thing, but I have cramped it. 

 Now it stands free at last and for four full weeks 

 has given a glory to the garden. I look at it now, 

 with tall lavender-blue spikes of Salvia farinacea 

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