THE WELL-CONSIDERED GARDEN 



and sober as they were erewhile brilliant and ani- 

 mated, our irises, peonies, roses, foxgloves, lark- 

 spurs, rockets, present a monotonous sequence of 

 barren green leaves to our disappointed eyes. 

 The hopeful annuals are not yet more than in 

 dubious promise; the phlox and dahlias have 

 hardly set their buds. The whole garden suffers 

 eclipse. 



"This is precisely the geranium's opportunity, 

 and we are as cruel as we are stupid if we deny it 

 to her. She would only fain prevent an entire 

 collapse and would gently keep the garden's head 

 above water until such time as it feels like swim- 

 ming again. She can do this as no one else can, 

 blooming brightly and quietly here and there 

 among the discouraged plants, keeping up general 

 appearances, saving the gardener's self-respect 

 when passing wayfarers pause to look over his 

 fence in quest of the color which they have come 

 to expect of him." 



Where shall we look for a stock of geraniums 

 from which to choose our colors and our types? 

 No farther than to Maryland, where from White 

 Marsh Mr. Richard Vincent sends forth a list 

 of hundreds of beautiful examples, single and 

 double, ivy-leaved, plants with variegated foliage, 



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