246 GARDEN HARVEST 



all undertake entire responsibility for ordering, 

 cooking, and planning ; consequently this burden 

 of the average woman is not borne by a gardener. 



But it is to the rose garden that I would lead 

 you, for its beauty is short-lived. It consists of 

 an oblong level lawn, broken by many long, narrow 

 beds, which are filled with roses of every descrip- 

 tion. Some, supported by tall tripods of wood, 

 wave long branches above them, others droop 

 weeping over umbrella-shaped structures made of 

 wire and hoops of wood, and in between these 

 climbers are dwarf roses. In the centre of the 

 garden is a circular structure made of square- 

 mesh treillage, and in it are tall arched entrances 

 and small round windows through which little 

 peeps of distant Downland and Weald are seen as 

 if framed by rose-leaves. A very tall pole stands 

 in the midst of this, and hanging from it are chains 

 fixed at the other end to the treillage circle, making 

 it a sort of old-fashioned pale-blue Maypole, en- 

 circled by the outstretched branches of roses. 



Upon the sunny side, with its entrance facing 

 north, is a shadow-house of seventeenth-century 

 style, but with that touch of Eastern taste that was 

 then being slowly introduced into English decora- 

 tion. This is indicated by its dome-shaped roof and 

 pointed corner ornaments, somewhat pyramidal in 

 shape. 



For many years I was puzzled how to make 

 pergolas secure in a wind-swept garden. After 

 a stormy night it was grievous to see the poor 

 garden, for autumn gales worked havoc with the 

 tall uprights that supported the pergolas. At 



