1 70 A WHITE-PAPER GARDEN 



themselves. October means crimson, and 

 November? I think November means the 

 deep green of pines, forgotten in the heyday 

 of the summer's splendour, but steadfast and 

 true, a gracious, benignant presence to which 

 we may return, forgiven prodigals, sure of the 

 pardon of which we are not worthy. Scarlet, 

 the colour of Christmas, ends the list. 



For August, therefore, I choose green for 

 my garden, which shall be a formal garden, 

 and have in it the four things Sir William 

 Temple declares "necessary to be provided. 

 Floures, fruit, shade, and water," and in it, 

 to quote the good man once more, I will 

 " shote strong and tenacious roots." I will have 

 caught hold of the earth, to use a gardener's 

 phrase, and neither my friends nor my enemies 

 will find it an easy matter to transplant me. 

 What has indoors, anywhere, to offer in 

 August ? 



Formal gardening is, I take it, the desire of 

 man to infuse somewhat of his own personality 

 into the growth and disposition of trees and 

 plants. The old story of the hanging gardens 

 of Babylon as having been the gift of a royal 

 husband to a much-loved wife who longed for 



