THE AMATEUR GARDEN 



pecans, nestling it in the dense tops of the cedars 

 and magnoHas and sprinkHng it to the ground 

 among the lower growths and between their 

 green-black shadows. When in a certain im- 

 potence of rapture we cast about in our minds 

 for an adequate comparison — where descrip- 

 tion in words seemed impossible — the only 

 parallel we could find was the art of Corot and 

 such masters from the lands where the wonder- 

 ful pictorial value of trees trimmed high has 

 been known for centuries and is still cherished. 

 For without those trees so disciplined the ravish- 

 ing picture of that garden would have been 

 impossible. 



Of course our Northern gardens cannot smile 

 like that in winter. But they need not perish, 

 as tens of thousands of lawn-mower, pattern- 

 bed, so-called gardens do. They should but 

 hibernate, as snugly as the bear, the squirrel, 

 the bee; and who that ever in full health of 

 mind and body saw spring come back to a 

 Northern garden of blossoming trees, shrubs 

 and undershrubs has not rejoiced in a year of 

 four clear-cut seasons? Or who that ever saw 



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