102 THE STORY OF MY ROCK GARDEN 



the most charming of the primulas, though not too 

 happy in the South of England, I believe. From a 

 slender stalk, some eighteen inches high, rising from a 

 tuft of softly tinted green leaves, depend in a most 

 graceful way lemon-yellow bell-shaped flowers, in the 

 utmost profusion. 



Near to this are clumps of that decorative P. Sieboldi, 

 with its handsome foliage the deep rose coloured 

 varieties making a delightful foil to the yellow flowers 

 of P. sikkimensis. Both of these plants with me 

 like sunshine and ample root moisture, and are planted 

 within a few inches of the pool. 



In the small bog patches close at hand that larger 

 relative of P. farinosa> viz., P. frondosa, is in full bloom, 

 its rosy flowers much resembling those of its near 

 relative, though the leaves are so heavily covered with 

 farina on their backs as to be as white as a piece of 

 paper, while that sweet little plant allied to the Gentians, 

 Erythrcea diffusa, is spangling the moist soil with its 

 starry pink flowers. 



The cascade of white tumbling over some rocks 

 towards the centre of the garden is Arenaria montana, 

 a " jewel of the first water," where we can spare the 

 room to develop its full beauties as a prostrate plant, 

 while here and there peeping at us on some ledge are the 

 blue drum-stick-like flowers of Globularia nudicaulis. 



From intermediate positions, as regards moisture, 



