54 A GARDEN DIARY 



themselves in our minds, make it impossible for 

 us ever to rearrange our impressions, and recast 

 them in a new form. This however is a digres- 

 sion. To go on with my list. 



Upon the actual edge of the pond we are at 

 this moment planting some two dozen varieties 

 of Iris Kaempferi. These have recently come 

 from Haarlem, and being still new-comers, have 

 their destiny ahead of them. The common yellow 

 iris, best and handsomest of all native, water-edge 

 plants, had only to be transplanted, as it was 

 already flourishing close at hand. As a successor 

 to it comes Ranunculus Lingua, another indispens- 

 able native, but one that requires sharp watching ; 

 its capabilities as a coloniser being unlimited, the 

 long, pink-tipped suckers pushing forward into 

 the water at a rate that would soon turn any 

 limited space of it into a mere jungle of trium- 

 phant buttercups. 



In the part of the bank which, sloping rather 

 quickly away, inclines towards the "glade," 

 come various low -growing shrubs, which carry 

 the line down to the region of heather, which in 

 its turn brings it to the level of the grass. The 

 tallest of these, rather too tall for the place, 

 is Viburnum opulus, common beside many a 

 Surrey pond, but not nearly enough grown in 

 gardens, as the best of amateur gardeners has 

 recently reminded us. Its cultivated relation, 

 Viburnum plicatum, is just beyond it, placed 



