ii6 THE JOY OF GARDENS 



twined by ambitious climbers going as high as the law 

 allows. 



Out from the heart-shaped leaves push the tightly 

 twisted rolls of buds, wrapped carefully for the eventful 

 instant when, without warning, they gracefully unfurl, 

 turning their perfect flowers to the morning sun. The 

 opening of morning-glories creates a transformation scene, 

 the green expanse being flower-decked while you catch 

 your breath with wonder. 



The evening primrose at sundown is as prompt as a 

 clock. There is a trio of the wild plants just over the 

 fence standing silent and without interest. If you know 

 the secret you may imagine that the heart of the flower 

 is throbbing in haste, as it bares its beauty without warn- 

 ing, and scarcely has it spread the golden petals when a 

 thousand moths come posthaste to fan it with their white 

 wings and to taste of its nectar. 



July has its compensations. The clematis Jackmanii 

 and the traveler's joy celebrate their own time. The pur- 

 ple clematis Jackmanii demands that it should have a 

 corner all its own, but how graceful it is as it waves its 

 star flowers over the trellis of green ! The traveler's joy, 

 another clematis, seems to gain in grace as the days grow 

 colder, and heaps hundreds of snowy flowers upon its 

 stems, a very prodigal of its own wealth. 



As the days pass, the trumpet creeper wins its way into 

 real garden favor; but if you would see it at its very best 



