MAY IN THE GARDEN 67 



dwindling and pining the plants may have in store for 

 us, does not yet appear, and it is a delight to walk about 

 the garden observing the vigorous, long-leaved tufts of 

 Mulleins and Foxgloves, the capable appearance of 

 Phlox and Sweet William, and the fine show of determi- 

 nation exhibited by the lusty clumps of Heleniums, 

 Oriental Poppies, Lupines, Columbines, Rudbeckias, 

 Helianthus, and other old settlers. Pinks are reaching 

 out in their gray young growth, the aristocratic noses of 

 Lilies here and there pierce the moist, brown earth, and 

 besides all this promise there is a delicious realization of 

 blossoming boughs and bulbs and plants, for April's 

 Daffodils and many gifts of her later days have not 

 gone, and May Tulips have come bringing in their train 

 a beauteous throng. 



Assuredly the Tulip is Queen of the early May gar- 

 den. In April she was not quite strong enough to hold 

 her own against gay Daffodil, and before June comes in 

 she must bow to a more powerful potentate, but now she 

 is supreme. There is such a host of fine May Tulips 

 that the difficulty is to reconcile one's desires to the size 

 of one's garden, or to the stretch of one's pocketbook. 

 The great mass of these are known as Cottage Tulips 

 and Darwins, but before we lose ourselves in their be- 

 wildering midst I want to call attention to two wild 

 species which we grow here with ever-increasing enjoy- 

 ment. The first to bloom is Tulipa sylvestris, which 

 grows thickly beneath and all around a group of 



