THE GARDEN AT HOME 



the garden of roses, the witchery of the garden dell, the 

 magic of rock and alpine flowers. Let me attempt in 

 some measure to point out one way in which the home 

 garden may be laid out. 



Beginning not far from the windows, and stretching 

 for some distance, I would have lawn, smooth, fresh, 

 verdant grass, that is always pleasant to look upon in 

 spring, the purest green in the garden ; in summer, 

 attractive and the essence of restfulness, lending a fresh 

 beauty to the neighbouring borders of flowers ; in autumn, 

 a mosaic of multi-coloured leaves ; even in winter full 

 of charm when the snow, pure, virgin white, lies there as 

 it seems to lie nowhere else. No walks should traverse 

 it, no beds disfigure it. Gravel paths, skirting it on either 

 side, might lead to an orchard beyond, where, without 

 seeming change, the garden should merge into its sur- 

 roundings so that none could say quite where the garden 

 ended or the world outside began. This should be an 

 orchard of spring loveliness and autumn fruit ; but it 

 should not be of luscious fruiting trees alone. Here and 

 there I would group the Siberian Crab, Almond and 

 Flowering Peach, Flowering Plum and Flowering Cherry, 

 and, greatly daring, mix Laburnum with red-flowered 

 May. 



Towards the front, margined by a border of low- 

 growing flowers or a simple little rockery overflowing each 

 spring with rivulets of bloom, I should have a planting 

 of dwarf fruit trees, chiefly of Apples and Pears. Behind 



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