262 THE GARDEN OF A 



I think this is a matter that I may bring before 

 Evan without breaking my vow of never talking 

 servants. 



June 1 8. Evan says the beer question will adjust 

 itself. Blessed faith of man! But then, I've ob- 

 served things generally do, if not scattered and 

 tossed about by argument like thistle balls in a gale. 



I spend several hours every day now in arrang- 

 ing my flowers, for outdoor roses are blooms of a 

 day that need frequent renewal. I have a special 

 shelf in the pantry for this work, the tool house 

 being overcrowded. I am also now realizing the 

 benefits of a large supply of flower holders of 

 various shapes and sizes. Not only have I inherited 

 a whole family of blue and white bowls, the most 

 fascinating receptacles for short-stemmed garden 

 roses, and two darling India jars that belonged to 

 father's mother, as well as some pieces of fine cut 

 glass ; but friends knew my foible, and my wedding 

 gifts ran to vases, instead of coffee spoons and 

 pie knives; while Evan has given me half a 

 dozen inexpensive jars of a fine shade of dull 

 green glass for holding heavy, long-stemmed flowers, 

 like peonies, hollyhocks, and lilies. 



The honeysuckles that wall the long walk on 

 the northwest and drape the windows and porch 



