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that our colour is, of necessity, put on too flat, and so we 

 are grateful to the trees which carry the colour higher 

 up and fling their bloom-wrapped branches, like silken 

 scarves, high against the garden wall. Lured by the 

 trees birds will make their homes within our garden en- 

 closure, giving their songs and the vivid interest of their 

 lives for our edification. And, more than this, they 

 will be our able coadjutors in ridding the garden of the 

 vicious cutworm and a grievous horde of evildoers. 



There are many sorts of flowering trees but none so 

 lovely as the flowering fruit trees, and of these, perhaps 

 by virtue of its age and the great respect with which it 

 has been regarded from earliest times, the Apple should 

 claim our first consideration for, says Harriet Keeler, 

 "When man emerges into history, he has an apple in his 

 hand and the dog by his side." 



Crabapples are best suited for use in the limited space 

 of the flower garden, and there are numerous fine vari- 

 eties. None is more beautiful than Pyrus floribunda, 

 the grace and brilliance of which is not easily sur- 

 passed scarlet in bud, deep pink in blossom, each 

 slightly drooping branch literally wrapped in enchanting 

 colour. Here, in the angle of the high stone wall, it is 

 usually in full regalia by April 24th, and along the 

 borders its colour is deliciously repeated by pink and 

 cherry- coloured early Tulips growing in little groups 

 through mats of white Arais. In time it reaches a 

 height of twelve feet, but blossoms when quite small. I 



