96 THE BLOSSOM CIRCLE OF THE YEAR 



June 21 



Pansies over. Plants thrown out. 



They were planted in the borders next to the Violets, which 

 separate the flowers from the lawn, and the colors were so massed 

 that when they came into bloom the varieties were distinct. 

 The effect was very striking and beautiful. 



For December and Winter bloom it is necessary to germinate 

 and carry the seedlings under cover, on account of the heat at 

 the time of planting. For this reason it is easier and more satis- 

 factory to secure the earlier plantings from the nurserymen. 



From the record it will be seen that I have in my garden book 

 a complete garden guide, and am enabled by its help to repeat 

 my successes and to avoid my mistakes. I could easily multiply 

 instances that would serve to show how this little calendar of my 

 weekly garden progress has helped me to gain garden joy. Not 

 the least of its pleasant features is that it makes of the garden a 

 permanent possession; for is not memory possession ? It is 

 easy to recall the beauty and sweetness of the flowers as I turn 

 over its almost fragrant leaves. As I read on the April pages, 

 "Pansies everywhere," my memory gives me a glowing picture 

 of their bright faces and rich colors in the borders and in the 

 bowls and vases, which brought joy not only to me, but to many, 

 many of my friends. I can see the rhythmic beauty of my Pansy 

 color scale, with its snowy masses of white melting into the deli- 

 cate blues, which again darkened into the deeper tones. I 

 remember the golden glories of the yellow blending with the rich 

 harmonies of the mauves, turning again into violets and reds and 

 blacks and, whether in the garden or in the rooms, always and 

 everywhere fragrant and beautiful. Ten weeks of such won- 

 derful harmony are enough garden joy to balance the mistakes 

 and failures of a year. 



"Shirley Poppies" reminds me that never were any flowers 

 more enjoyed by a whole town than those grown from one-half 

 ounce of seed in the 250 feet of border of the Sumter (S. C.) 

 Memorial Park. They were cut daily by hundreds. Little 

 children, old men, pretty girls, sturdy boys, charming women. 



