50 AN ISLAND GARDEN 



whiter light of noon. By twelve o'clock the wind 

 had " hauled " from west to south, going round 

 through the east, and sending millions of light 

 ripples across the glassy water, deepening its 

 color to sparkling sapphire, and at last the sun 

 overhead seemed to pelt quicksilver in floods 

 upon it, and then it was dinner-time. After an 

 hour of rest again I took up my work. All 

 about, here and there and everywhere, I dug up 

 the scattered Echinocystus vines and set them 

 against the house, so that they could run up the 

 trellises on all sides to make grateful shade by 

 and by. A few straying Primroses waited to be 

 moved outside the fence, they take up so much 

 room within, and room is so precious inside the 

 garden. Young plants of the charming, old-fash- 

 ioned Sweet Rocket had to be collected from the 

 nooks where they had sown themselves far and 

 near, and set in clumps in corners. Then there 

 was a box of white Forget-me-nots some one had 

 sent me, to be established in their places, and I 

 finished the afternoon by planting Shirley Pop- 

 pies all up and down the large bank at the south- 

 west of the garden, outside. I am always planting 

 Shirley Poppies somewhere! One never can 

 have enough of them, and by putting them into 

 the ground at intervals of a week, later and later, 

 one can secure a succession of bloom and keep 

 them for a much longer time, keep, indeed, their 

 heavenly beauty to enjoy the livelong summer, 

 whereas, if they are all planted at once you would 

 see them for a blissful moment, a week or ten 

 days at most, and then they are gone. I have 



