ET IN ARCADIA FUISTI 101 



stand a Boston ivy, then the sooner the vine makes an 

 end to it the better. 



A vine-covered wall is the best recipe that I know for 

 driving off the blues, and dull care cannot hold sway 

 while vines are growing. Early in the morning you dis- 

 cover that the vines need pruning; at noon you must 

 climb the Indder to turn curious tendrils aside from creep- 

 ing where you have forbidden ; at three o'clock a sparrow 

 colony has chosen a location; at five a tent caterpillar has 

 made its web, and so your business goes on all night while 

 swallows and bats are on the wing. 



The wistari? magnifica is a splendid grower to set at 

 the post of a pergola or an arbor. It is an event in life 

 to sit beneath its shade when June has opened its racemes 

 of purple lilacs. The trumpet creeper is another of my 

 favorites, not quite as aristocratic as the wistaria, but 

 rugged, tropical, and glorious when it offers its swinging 

 stems of flaming trumpets, and bees hum in and out, and 

 every ant colony far and near sends its cohorts to steal the 

 nectar from its cells. The Dutchman's pipe is another 

 sturdy vine growing luxuriantly, and there is the new 

 Jack-and-the-beanstalk, the Kudzu vine, a perennial that 

 travels seventy feet in a summer. 



What of the honeysuckle? Who that has ever hung 

 enchanted over a spray of creamy pink and white, sweeter 

 than the perfume of any other flower, would forget it*? 

 It is the flower of the poet, created for bowers and arbors. 



