THE AMATEUR GARDEN 



the two lanes are open to view from end to end, 

 yet each has two deep bays on the side nearest 

 the lawn, bays which remain unseen till one ac- 

 tually reaches them in traversing the lane. In 

 such a bay one should always have, I think, some 

 floral revelation of special charm worthy of the 

 seclusion and the surprise. But this thought is 

 only one of a hundred that tell me my garden 

 is not a finished thing. To its true lover a 

 garden never is. 



Another sort of bay, the sort resulting from a 

 swift retreat of a line of shrubberies pursued by 

 the lawn and then swinging round and returning 

 upon the lawn in a counter pursuit, I thought I 

 had learned from books and Miss BuUard and 

 had established on my own acre, until I saw the 

 college gardens of Oxford, England, and the 

 landscape work in Hyde Park, London. On my 

 return thence I made haste to give my own gar- 

 den's in-and-out curves twice the boldness they 

 had had. And doubling their boldness I doubled 

 their beauty. *' Don't" ever let your acre's, or 

 half or quarter acre's, ground lines relax into 

 feebleness or shrink into pettiness. "Don't" 



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