228 A WHITE-PAPER GARDEN 



everlasting flowers, interspersed with the silken 

 flakes of the honesty filled the painted vases 

 on the high mantel shelves just above the row 

 of miniatures or silhouettes of slim-necked 

 grandmammas, and perruqued grandpapas. 

 Patriotism strikes its roots deep in the soil 

 whereon the strawflowers grow. 



On walls and trellises the cobeas are 

 beginning to be worth while, and the Madeira 

 vine, which has woven such a thick curtain of 

 leaves, is threaded over with sweet white 

 stitches of bloom. The evergreen honey- 

 suckle thinks well to offer a last garland, and 

 at its feet the Hermosa roses smile undismayed 

 in the eyes of the frost. There may be other 

 roses, a few hybrids, and teas, but it is always 

 the delicate silvery-pink Hermosa that seems 

 the true October rose. 



In every shrubbery I would plant as many 

 Japanese anemones as I could find room for. 

 So placed, the summer growth is unobtrusive, 

 and the white showers of bloom which come 

 on the breath of the autumn winds make them 

 among the most invaluable of our hardy plants. 

 There is always the charm of the unexpected 

 in an anemone. One cannot be quite sure 



