THE AMATEUR GARDEN 



right this fall is so abrupt that the only way 

 down to it is by a steep rustic stair. On the 

 left, behind the house, the face of the bluff is 

 broken into narrow terraces, from top to bot- 

 tom of which, and well out on the lower level, 

 the entire space is mantled with the richly 

 burdened trellises of a small vineyard. At the 

 right on this lower ground is a kitchen garden; 

 beyond it stretch fair meadows too low to 

 build on, but fruitful in hay and grain; farther 

 away, on higher ground, the town again shows 

 its gables and steeples among its great maples 

 and elms, and still beyond, some three miles 

 distant, the green domes and brown precipices 

 of the Mount Holyoke Range stand across the 

 sky in sharp billows of forest and rock. It 

 seems at times a pity that Mount Holyoke and 

 Mount Tom cannot themselves know how 

 many modest gardens they are a component 

 part of — the high violin note of: gardens, like 

 this one, "to look out from." 



It stops one's pen for one to find himself 

 using the same phrases for these New England 

 cottage gardens that famous travellers have 



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