COLOUR IN MY GARDEN 



nuals, by autumn pink has practically vanished from the 

 garden, leaving us but a memory of the rose-coloured days 

 of June. 



In all our dealings with the garden it seems to me the 

 part of wisdom to go along with Nature as far as we can. 

 She is a rarely sympathetic collaborator, but to go against 

 her means useless effort and often poor or indifferent 

 results. Let us not try to have a blue garden or a yellow 

 garden in late May and early June; let us revel in a pink 

 one, seeking out all the best and loveliest of pink flowers 

 and making them the foundation for our display, with the 

 dim blues, the tender buffs and creams, the rich purples, 

 fluffy whites, and silvery foliage plants used merely as foils 

 to heighten or subdue our gracious breadths and trails of 

 rose colour. 



None of the climbing Roses are so entirely charming as 

 the pink ones, and there are some fine newcomers that 

 should be added to the collection of older favourites. I have 

 spoken before of the beautiful America; Coquina is another 

 lovely single pink Rose with a white heart and a brush of 

 golden stamens. Its foliage is thick and shining and almost 

 evergreen. Lucile is a double-flowered Rose of the Rambler 

 type with salmon-pink blossoms carried in large loose 

 clusters. The little single Rose, Paradise, is most gay and 

 sprightly in effect. The petals are rather narrow, widely 

 flaring, and each is quaintly notched. The colour is pink 

 and white and the blossoms are borne in great lax clusters. 



Of the other pink Roses none is more beautiful than Dr. 

 Van Fleet, the blossoms of which are very large and the 

 buds particularly fine. Wm. C. Egan is a good fully double 



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