DAYS IN MY GARDEN 



found, perhaps, the germ of those marvellous mosaics 

 and tessellated creations of old. Who can tell? 



One cannot see the crimson glories of a sinking 

 sun, when its gorgeous colouring is viewed filtering 

 through the great perpendicular pillared boles and 

 interlacing arches of tracery formed by the boughs of 

 a high beech grove, and not be reminded of massive 

 cathedral pillars and great arches, leading up to the 

 groined roof, backed by the magnificence of its stained 

 glass windows. 



A GROUP OF IMPERIAL COUSINS (CROWN IMPERIALS, RED AND YELLOW) 

 IN THE BORDER 



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