AN ISLAND GARDEN 47 



circle of motionless silence, for the sea was too 

 calm for me to hear even its breathing. It was 

 so beautiful, the dewy quiet, the freshness, the 

 long, still shadows, the matchless, delicate, sweet 

 charm of the newly wakened world. Such a 

 color as the grass had taken on during the last 

 few warm days ; and where the early shadows lay 

 long across it, such indescribable richness of 

 tone ! There was so much for me to do, I hardly 

 knew where to begin. At the east of the house 

 the bed of Pansies set out yesterday was bright 

 with promise, every little plant holding itself 

 gladly erect. I began with the trellis each side of 

 the steps leading down into the garden, and first 

 set out a Coboea Scandens, one to the right and 

 one to the left, strong, sturdy plants which I 

 had been keeping weeks in the house till it should 

 be warm enough to trust them out of doors. 

 They were a foot high and stretching their sensi- 

 tive tendrils in all directions, seeking something 

 for support. They grasped the trellis at once 

 and seemed to spread out every leaf to the warm 

 sun, while I poured cool water and liquid manure 

 about their roots, and congratulated them on their 

 escape into the open ground. Near them, against 

 the same trellis, I put down two Tropaeolum Lob- 

 bianum Lucifers, a new scarlet variety of these 

 delicate Nasturtiums, that they might climb to- 

 gether over the broad arch. Some time ago I had 

 planted there also some Mexican Morning-glories 

 sent me by an unknown friend, and if they come 

 up, and Coboea, Nasturtiums, and Morning-glories 

 all climb together and clasp hands with Honey- 



