A WOMAN-'S HARDY GARDEN 



My sun-dial stands in the center of a 

 formal garden where four paths meet, form- 

 ing a circle twenty feet across. The pedestal 

 is a simple column of marble, four and one- 

 half feet high, slightly tapering toward the 

 top, with beveled corners. This is placed 

 on a stone foundation three and one-half feet 

 deep, laid in cement. The pedestal I found 

 at the yard of a second-hand building-material 

 man, on Avenue B, in New York city. 

 After it had been set in place, I wanted it 

 rubbed up and a chipped place smoothed. 

 The only available man for this work, was 

 the gravestone-cutter from the nearest town. 

 When he was recognized at w^ork in the 

 garden by passing countrymen, they sup- 

 posed, of course, that some one was buried 

 there, and many have been the inquiries as 

 to "whose be that mouny-ment." 



Crimson Rambler Roses twine about the 

 pedestal. At the corners of the four paths 

 are standard Box trees, which stand like 

 sentinels, and between them there are Bay 



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