64 A WHITE-PAPER GARDEN 



hardiest pinks are brightening up their long 

 silvery spears. There is a pansy already in 

 the warmest corner. The chickweed, hardiest 

 of all our native plants, rarely lets a fortnight 

 pass without looking out to see if the world is 

 still faring on in the old way, and the paths 

 are fringed over with the fairy laces of the 

 whitlow grass. 



Crocus, as many as may be, daffodils, more 

 and more and yet more. This is my idea of a 

 Green Moon garden. 



