2 90 A WHITE-PAPER GARDEN 



limbs might trail low for the snow to rest on, 

 and for the wild things to creep under. I 

 would not ask it to thread itself with cones. 

 It would do that of itself, for pure love of 

 the tiny drops which are the jewels of the 

 cone -wo rid. 



After choice has been made of the conifers, 

 and the box the shrubs which bear persistent 

 berries are most to be desired now : privet, 

 Thunberg's barberry, black alder, and a few 

 roses. In climates favourable to the hollies, 

 there is no need to go further than their 

 shining treasures, and where the English 

 ivies will cling to wall and to tree trunk, 

 knotting their own stems into little trunks, 

 as age comes on, and spreading their thick 

 clusters of green atop, no one need ask for 

 more. And yet, these do not hold the snow 

 as well as the old mock-oranges whose 

 brown calyces hold the cold white crystals in 

 a thousand urns. Any shrub whose stems are 

 flexible and much-branched is an invaluable 

 asset when morning dawns after a stormy 

 night. 



There is a never-cloying pleasure in the 

 buds in which next year's flowers are hibernat- 



