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or wheelbarrow, from the country round. The stocking of the garden has 

 furnished an object for every ramble and been the dominant idea in 

 every drive. It has involved manual labour of the most arduous kind, 

 for I had no corps of servants to whom I could say go hither and they 

 went, nor do this and it was done. The garden, such as it is, is the work 

 of my own hands, and the enjoyment I find in it is heightened by the 

 labour it cost. If the making of it has brought me into closer contact with 

 nature, so has it also awakened a wider sympathy with man. One cannot 

 push a loaded wheelbarrow over many miles of unbroken country without 

 getting rid of much of his indifference toward the men who work with their 

 hands. As a recreation it has displaced tennis and the wheel, and even the 

 links hold out their allurements in vain. Recreation, instruction, work: 

 these three are found in my wild garden. What royal game can offer more .? 



II. California Wild Flowers for American Gardens 



By Joseph Burtt Davy 



The beauty of many of our Galifornia wild flowers and their suitabiHty 

 for garden culture are not as well recognised by the horticulturist and garden- 

 lovers of our own country as by those of other lands. In England, for 

 example, no town or country garden would be considered complete without 

 its "herbaceous border," containing among plants from other lands many 

 of the charming flowers which make the California hills and plains, and even 

 deserts, such a blaze of glory in the months of February, March, and April. 

 Among these old-fashioned favourites is the golden orange Eschscholzia, 

 or California poppy, usually grown in northern Europe as a summer annual. 

 How well I remember the keen delight I took, in my boyhood days, in running 

 out into the garden in the dewy hours of the June mornings to watch the 

 little patches of Eschscholzia, sown by my mother's own hand, throw off 

 their quaint nightcaps and show their rich, satiny petals at the first touch 

 of the sun's rays, and the dainty little "baby blue-eyes," and the prettily 

 spotted Nemophila macidata, drooping with the weight of glistening dew- 

 drops, respond with a welcoming smile to the gentle caress of the sun. Other 

 summer annuals from far-off California always graced our flower beds — 

 slender pink clarkia, gorgeous lilac godetia, blue lupine, pink calandrinia, 

 the quaint, pink-and-white collinsia, called by California children ' ' Chinese 



