SEPTEMBER 209 



race of yellow flowers, true sun-loving de- 

 votees, turning steadily with their luminary 

 from morning till night. Happily, much as 

 they love to gad along the highways, or to 

 celebrate their souls in fallow fields or beside 

 stone walls, they are quite willing to fill in 

 angles of your garden with their bright wands 

 of gold, and so restrained, are of great colour 

 value. 



Long before the day of the goldenrod is the 

 day of the yellow day-lily and the small-leaved, 

 four-petalled yellow rose, which almost never 

 finds its way into a catalogue, but lives on the 

 gift of friend to friend, in farmyards and cottage 

 garden spots, one of the most beautiful of 

 roses. Thorny, scentless, blooming for a week 

 or a fortnight at best, it belongs to that precious 

 sisterhood of which we think when we read of 

 roses in the old poets. And that is, I take it, 

 the highest test of true rosehood. 



When these little roses are covering long, 

 bending wands with their shining gold, the 

 yellow pansies are at their zenith. Nothing is 

 better than to plant in many, many yellow 

 pansies between your narcissus, which will, if 

 you chose them carefully, and see that the soil 



