116 MY GARDEN 



pendent upon me and that if I should leave them for a 

 while they would do very well until I got back. I miss 

 the incentive of the crowded days of early spring and am 

 apt to wax over-critical of my garden and dissatisfied 

 with my efforts to make it beautiful. Now is perhaps 

 the one time of the year when we are able to survey the 

 garden with the cold eye of a visitor and see just what is 

 wrong, and it is well that such a pause should be forced 

 upon us, else we should never improve our gardens. The 

 fall bulb lists are arriving and the spring pictures should 

 be restudied and bulbs added to any parts of the garden 

 that we remember as having lacked colour in the spring. 

 Now is the time to order and set out the scaly bulbs that 

 mean shimmering white lilies in June and July, and 

 also those small bulbs, so graciously inexpensive, that 

 promise us ranks of gay Spanish Iris. 



Nowadays the garden is riotous with annuals, if we 

 have allowed many of them in, and many of July's 

 flowers are still making a brave show. Among these are 

 Hollyhocks, Moonpenny Daisies, Mulleins, Loosestrife, 

 Monkshood, Veronicas, Tiger Lilies, Globe Thistles, Sea 

 Hollies, and Anthemis, but the dominant figure of the 

 August garden is the Phlox. 



This plant is a native, and with true American per- 

 spicacity and enterprise has forged his way from 

 magenta obscurity to the most prominent place in the 

 floral world. The Phlox, in the words of the catalogu- 

 ist, is certainly "the grandest, hardy perennial," bril- 



