ROSES AND ROSE GARDENS 



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in which to dream glad dreams, and in 

 moments stolen from the workaday 

 world, feel the enchanting glamour of the 

 land where the roses grow. 



" Everywhere are roses, roses, 

 Here a-blow and there a-bud, 

 Here in pairs and there in posies," 



should be the gardener's motto, so that 

 at flowering-time the shoots might bend 

 beneath their load of summer snow, 

 and cover the ground with a carpet of 

 flaky blossom as the roses fade. 



What great variety is found among 

 roses that climb and creep ! From the 

 Japanese rose that makes slender growths, 

 20 ft. long, in one season to be studded 

 with pink or white flowers the next, to 

 the magnificent crimson of Reine Olga 

 de Wurtemburg that flaunts her queenly 

 petals to the summer sun, 

 there is a vast motley of 

 roses in red and white, 

 pink, crimson and yellow, 

 and shades of those im- 

 possible to describe and 

 baffling the artist's brush 

 to portray. Some there 

 are that surpass all others 

 in one magnificent dis- 

 play in full summer time, 

 while others, wiser per- 

 haps in their generation, 

 give less generously of 

 their beauty then, but 

 with equal generosit}' 

 again in early autumn. 

 An ideal garden of roses 

 possesses both. Among 

 those that give their all 

 at the early flowering, 

 not any are more prodi- 

 gal than the Crimson 

 Rambler, whose brilliant 

 bloom masses are thrown 

 into bold relief by the 

 setting of bright green 

 leaves, and Dorothy 

 Perkins, which shows a 

 rose pink haze of blossom 

 shimmering against the 

 cerulean blue like a sun- 

 set, sun -stained cloud. 

 But, after all, such as 

 these form only the frame 

 to the picture, yet even 



as the fine effect of a painting depends 

 to some extent upon its frame, so the 

 rose garden, which is influenced in greater 

 degree by its environment, needs to be 

 placed amid harmonious surroundings. 

 There are none more fitting than those 

 formed by roses that clamber and ramble 

 and climb, imbued with the spirit of 

 jo3'ous life. 



Within there arc roses in bewildering 

 variety, many old-fashioned and some 

 forgotten — Monthly roses. Cabbage roses, 

 York and Lancaster, Moss and Provence, 

 Sweetbriar, Damask, ^laiden's Blush, 

 and others now seldom seen. Yet no 

 rose garden worthy of its name can be 

 without them, for none sweeter ever 

 blossomed, and a rose without fragrance 

 is a rose undone. Sooner or later it 

 must fall into irretrievable oblivion. 



fh hy h. Mascn oiwi'. tttmh/ifhi. 



BLUSH RAMBLER. 



