Within My Garden Walls 45 



chance combination will be carefully preserved another year, 

 and repeated elsewhere if an inspiration can ever be re- 

 peated. 



A favorite point of view is a rustic seat that commands a 

 larger part of the garden. In the beds facing it I have planted 

 many of my favorite flowers, the deliciously-scented flava 

 lily (Hemerocallis flava) , Madonna lilies, Lilium auratum, 

 blue and white lupines, blue and white larkspurs, Physostegia 

 Virginiana alba, that resembles threaded pearls on its green 

 stems; the beautiful white Achillea Plarmica, pale shell pink 

 and salmon pink columbines, infant's breath, lovely meadow 

 rue, forget-me-nots, the fragrant garden heliotrope and Hes- 

 peris matronalis, and other delectable things. By the side of 

 the seat grows a sweetbrier rose in the deep shadow of a stone 

 wall, where it has made a growth of eight feet. Over the seat 

 is a trellis upon which is trained a white clematis, Virginia 

 creeper, fragrant yellow honeysuckle, and a hop vine; also the 

 Allegheny vine modestly creeps up one side every year, and I 

 always find deep purple and white morning glories looking 

 into my face before the summer is over. Of all these I think 

 the hop vine is the most fascinating in its graceful festoons of 

 pale green hops. 



There is only one trouble in my garden, there is always too 

 much everywhere. I am soft-hearted and one thing after an- 

 other gets a start, and they hail other companions, and before 

 I know it a dozen things are crowding to the front. So long 

 as they do not kill each other, I let them alone, for every plant 

 has its day, and we need many days to fill the entire summer 

 with bloom. 



I have in another direction an arbor leading out of the main 

 garden to an upper terraced wall. It is covered with hop vines 

 and Virginia creeper growing at one corner, at a second is a 

 Wistaria sinensis that makes a beautiful leafy column about 



