COLOUR IN MY GARDEN 



garden the season through gives me quite the same thrill 

 of pleasure. The Tulips used are Gesneriana spathulata, a 

 great, thin-petalled flower with a rich blue base, and White 

 Swan, a particularly choice white Tulip. 



Thoreau reminds us that we cannot make a hue of 

 words, that they are not to be compounded like colours, and 

 when we stand before the radiant groups of the spring 

 garden, so desirous of conveying to others the loveliness that 

 we see so plainly, we are baffled by the impotence of our 

 means of expression. 



Here is a full-flowered Crabapple tree, Pyrus ioensis 

 (Bechtel's Double-flowering Grab), like a great bouquet 

 against the gray garden wall. Beneath the spread of its 

 wreathed branches are groups of May Iris — the old purple 

 Flag and the French gray florentina; and scattered all about 

 are pink and cherry-coloured Tulips — Pride of Haarlem, 

 Loveliness, and Clara Butt — all Darwins. 



At the other side of the garden is another Crabapple spread- 

 ing its branches above a group of delicately flushed Tulips — 

 La Candeur — that rise from a waving sea of Forget-me-nots. 

 All my Crabapple trees have their attendant gatherings of 

 Tulips, but none is fresher and more delicately lovely than 

 the one that Miss Winegar has so finely reproduced on 

 plate 6. Here the white Wistaria blossoms mingle delight- 

 fully with the crowding pink flowers of Pyrus floribunda, 

 and the gay colour scheme is repeated lower down where 

 early cream-coloured Iris and bright pink Tulips stand. 



My next Tulip and blossom planting is to be of mauve-col- 

 oured Tulips like Nora Ware or Euterpe against the low-sweep- 

 ing boughs of Malus Scheideckeri — a little tree that is so 



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