THE GARDEN AT HOME 



Gustave Piganeau, Suzanne Marie Rodocanachi, and the 

 rest. But those of us who grow only for garden display 

 and for home pleasure can very well afford to dispense 

 with most of them. 



The roses that appeal to us are not the giant, full- 

 bodied blooms, in rose or pink or red, that come in nig- 

 gardly twos and threes, roses that one is afraid to gather 

 in fear of denuding the garden of its blossom. Rather 

 do we pin our faith and place our affection on the Teas 

 and Hybrid Teas that yield flowers of rainbow tints, 

 incomparable in the bud and possessing a beauty all their 

 own in the open flower ; roses that do not bloom 

 solitarily, but yield their harvest in such profusion that 

 one may gather posies every day, buds and blossoms in 

 riotous loveliness from May Day until Michaelmas. The 

 skilled worker among the flowers, the wizard who raises 

 new varieties from old, has placed some wonderfully 

 beautiful roses within our reach during the past few years, 

 and the majority grow with such vigour and flower with 

 such freedom that even the beginner cannot fail to suc- 

 ceed with them. 



The home gardener should scarcely start rose-growing 

 unless he has plenty of garden room, otherwise he is laying 

 up for himself many sad moments, and, need I add, 

 many hours of indescribable delight. The witchery of 

 it is that once one begins growing roses, not only is 

 there no chance of relinquishing it, but each autumn, as 

 the catalogues come in, and the gardening papers publish 



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