THE WILD GARDEN 



wild flowering shrubs, and the other by 

 wild roses, bayberry and wild azalea, we 

 come to a ledge of rock where stands 

 a giant laurel. This ledge, with its steep 

 out-cropping, and masses of boulder and 

 shelf of rock, is bright with color from 

 early spring. Here, in May, white creeping 

 phlox breaks in a foam against the rock, and 

 Columbine, dwarf rose and low-flowering 

 shrubs of every kind grow in profusion. 

 Down another aisle, we come to a great tulip 

 tree, the most wonderful specimen of its kind 

 I have ever seen. 



Crossing a stream and following a narrow 

 lane, where a little orchard of wild apple trees 

 grows on one side and a thicket of dogwood 

 and alder on the other, we come to the 

 meadows composed of many acres of wild- 

 growing native flowers. 



Across these meadows, wide paths are kept 

 open by the mowing-machine, which serve to 

 make possible closer view and enjoyment of 

 the many flowers which grow here. These 



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