COMMUTER'S WIFE 253 



Those who plant their rose garden with the 

 memory of English roses blending with their dreams 

 must be disappointed, as well as those who read 

 the English garden papers telling of gathering La 

 France buds outdoors in January, and then start 

 out thinking to do likewise by buying the latest 

 offerings of the " Yellow Journal " catalogues. 



Of course the new bushes that we set out last 

 fall will only show their colours and yield a few 

 tardy buds this June, and it takes at least a two 

 years' trial of a bush to prove its hardiness, colour, 

 fragrance, and vigour of growth. But my present 

 hope is in the old bushes that are proven, and as 

 they bloom, I shall make a list of them to give 

 to my friends who have small gardens and are 

 always asking for the names of roses that are " not 

 cranky." 



Some of these bushes are old settlers, like the 

 white moss, Harrison's yellow, the nameless wine- 

 coloured rose of many petals, and Madame Plan- 

 tier, the bush that Dan'l gave me so long ago, now 

 grown a huge shrub, while its children trained as 

 vines are mingling on the rose arbour with Balti- 

 more Belle, climbing Victor Verdier, and the shell- 

 pink, thornless blush rose, also an old-time favour- 

 ite in English gardens. Some of the others are of 



