COLOUR IN MY GARDEN 



ing world was in pursuit of other gods. When we wearied 

 of the stiffness and artificiality of "bedding out" and again 

 turned to simple, graceful things, these long-stemmed wil- 

 lowy Tulips, found tucked away in old-fashioned gardens, 

 seemed a boon indeed. They are Sweet Nancy (syn. Ges- 

 neriana albo-marginata), Picotee, and Blushing Bride (syn. 

 Isabella, Shandon Bells). They are white with a narrow 

 cherry-coloured edge that gradually expands until the petals 

 are deeply flushed. Carnation is said to be an improved 

 Picotee. These belong among Florentine Iris, Southern- 

 wood, and other old-fashioned looking things. 



Besides the Irises of the Germanica group, those known 

 as Intermediate flower with the May Tulips. Many of 

 these are in tones of buff and pearl-gray. I always enjoy 

 greatly a flashing group in my garden composed of Inter- 

 mediate Iris Empress and the sweet-scented Tulip macros- 

 peila, glowing rose-scarlet in colour. 



My favourite pink Tulips are Flamingo, Mrs. Cleveland, 

 and Suzon for delicate tints; Clara Butt, Edmee, Inglescomb 

 Pink, Loveliness, and Mrs. Krelage for deeper tones; and 

 for cherry and cerise, Pride of Haarlem, Nauticus, Mr. 

 Farncomb Sanders, and Prince of the Netherlands. 



And then there are the old Dutch "Breeders," an old- 

 fashioned race, long neglected, that is being again caught 

 up in the unstable web of popular fancy. I do not know 

 these flowers as yet in my own garden but stand before 

 them in other gardens astonished at their unusual colours 

 and combinations. There are tender dove colours and 

 tobacco browns, bronze and apricot, curious restrained reds 

 with sudden white centres, dull yellow and terra cotta, 



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