THE WILD GARDEN^ 



ter becomes no less interesting than the 

 summer. 



Winter is the best time, not only to get at, 

 but to transplant, many shrubs. They may 

 be dug about during a thaw when the ground 

 is soft, and allowed to stand until the ball of 

 earth about the roots is frozen again, when 

 they can be taken up and planted without 

 even knowing it themselves. 



In late fall, when people are returning to 

 town from their country-places, leaving the 

 tender roses and other plants wrapped in 

 straw, the fountain stilled and housed for 

 the winter, loneliness and desolation hold 

 sway in the cultivated garden, but the nat- 

 ural garden is still full of lovely things. Ever- 

 green fern, ground pine and wintergreen, with 

 scarlet berries, carpet the ground; the bay- 

 berry bush with its dull silver berries, the 

 red-stemmed dogwood, the dark sumach, 

 the red hips of the wild rose, the orange 

 berries of the bittersweet, the glossy-leaved 

 laurel and the waving plumes of goldenrod 



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