ioo THE STORY OF MY ROCK GARDEN 



of white at this season, retaining its beauty for a con- 

 siderable time. 



In odd places I have a few plants of Anemone 

 apennina, which in April give a pretty effect, with their 

 pale blue flowers, while in one quiet corner I have 

 planted in loam, leaf mould and sand, a small planta- 

 tion of that lovely form of our wood anemone known as 

 A. Robinsoniana. This is indeed a lovely plant, with 

 large lilac blue flowers, containing a cluster of yellow 

 stamens. 



May seems to issue a " call to arms " to all the 

 inhabitants of the Rock Garden to put their best 

 efforts forward to make the very utmost of their 

 beauties during this and the succeeding month. And 

 how readily this summons is answered ! Plants of 

 all species seen to tumble over one another in their 

 efforts to see which shall be in flower first, and which 

 shall most readily attract the eye ! 



It is difficult to single out individual plants, and still 

 more difficult to even attempt to describe all of them. 

 If I mention a few, it is because they happen to come 

 to my mind at the moment, and it does not follow that 

 those left unnoticed are in any way inferior to them. 

 Perhaps the Aubrietias claim attention first, hanging in 

 soft cushions of lavender, pink and purple over the 

 steep places, or mantling less precipitous ground in 

 undulating hummocks of flower. 



