102 THE JOY OF GARDENS 



The delicious fragrance of the white jasmine makes it a 

 rival, the beauty of the Japanese clematis asks for its 

 share of admiration, but none excels the honeysuckle 

 though if there is garden room I should have them all and 

 rejoice in their companionship. 



The large flowering clematis draping a gray wall in its 

 purple is a charming thing; and then there are the lesser 

 ones of the same species of pink and violet and white, 

 most useful when we need a mass of color to put us in 

 singing humor. 



We need be wise in an age of the renaissance of the 

 formal garden, lest our impulses for unschooled freedom, 

 and plantations rich in suggestion of jocund beauty, 

 of tender color and perfume, are bound by conven- 

 tions. What more shall we ask of life than that it per- 

 mit us to remain companionable and to become more 

 companionable? 



A screen at the kitchen door draped with common 

 morning-glories if you have not the Japanese variety 

 is a haven of beauty in the early morning and an 

 encourager of sociable small talk. The makeshift of a 

 coal house or tool shed will throw an artist into ecstasy if 

 overrun with a foxgrape you have stolen from the woods, 

 and the scarlet runner taking its way along the fence top, 

 the gourd and balloon vines, the red cypress, are alive 

 with quaint tricks, and the most social of all social climb- 

 ers to take into the family. 



