A WOMAN^S HARDY GARDEN 



I have no glass on my place, not even a 

 cold-frame or hot-bed. Everything is raised 

 in the open ground, except the few bedding 

 plants mentioned whose roots are stored 

 through the winter. Therefore, mine can 

 truly be called a hardy garden, and is the 

 only one I know at all approaching it in 

 size and quantity of flowers raised, where 

 similar conditions exist. 



I have observed that, with few exceptions, 

 the least success with hardy perennials is 

 found in the gardens of those of my friends 

 whose gardeners are supposed to be the best, 

 because paid the most. These men will grow 

 wonderful Roses, Orchids, Carnations, Grapes, 

 etc., under glass, and will often have fine 

 displays of Rhododendrons. But to most of 

 them the perennial or biennial plant, the old 

 friend blossoming in the same place year 

 after year, is an object unworthy of cultiva- 

 tion. Their souls rejoice in the bedding-out 

 plant, which must be yearly renewed, and 

 which is beautiful for so short a time, dying 



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