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outer edge along its entire length the yellow jonquils blossom in 

 the early Spring. Under the bending oak and straight young 

 maple tree, where the vines did not get enough light to cover well 

 the posts, we put a high-bush cranberry and a Sieboldei polygo- 

 num, supposed to be a dwarf, but it turned out to be a verb instead 

 of a noun, and dwarfed everything within reach of its roots. 



This border is an everlasting topic of discussion. Every year 

 we try something new; it is so tempting an experimental station. 

 Do the results ever equal the highly colored prints in the seed cata- 

 logues ? Much less would satisfy us. With a space over two 

 hundred feet long and from four to six feet wide there certainly 

 should be room for everything. But we like great masses of color. 

 Twenty feet of cherry phlox against as many Shasta daisies; 

 quantities of Sweet Williams and pyrethrums; a big patch of colum- 

 bines with their varied blooms and finely cut foliage, the old- 

 fashioned favorite, with the pale yellow variety, and the exquisite 

 blue, sent to us by a friend from Colorado. It was quite a revela- 

 tion to us to find seven different species of columbines, thus 

 prolonging their season from May to September. Gradually they 

 seem to have been trained to lift their modest heads until one pure 

 white variety frankly looks up at the sunshine and is not afraid. 

 One July morning I counted one hundred and sixteen Madonna 

 lilies rising from the peony clumps, and later the Japanese golden- 

 banded variety took their places. 



All hardy borders should have plenty of white and yellow 



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