COLOUR IN MY GARDEN 



among Boneset, Milkweed, and tall coarse Ferns, and often 

 most nobly grouped; the wonder is that it is not more 

 frequently made use of in artificial planting. Too often we 

 make the mistake of trying for a bold effect by the use of 

 some unwilling alien, bold enough in its native habitat, but 

 sadly deficient when taken from it, when we have at hand 

 the plant best fitted to bring about the desired effect, 

 that will grow with the joyous luxuriance of the materi- 

 ally and spiritually at peace. Truly 



Eyes of some men travel far 

 For the finding of a star. 



Our country is rich in valuable material for the garden, 

 but nowhere is it more conspicuously gifted than in its 

 broad marshes and along the water courses and lake shores. 

 We need not bring in a single stranger to achieve a water- 

 side garden of the greatest interest and variety. There are 

 the vibrant Swamp Lilies (L. canadense and L. superbum), 

 the Culverwort, Meadow Rue, Physostegia, Bergamot, 

 Mallows, Turtle-head, Willow Herb, Meadow Parsnip, 

 Loosestrife, Marsh Marigolds, Violets, Gentians, and, 

 among many more, the two Lobelias. 



I know a little path — rather oozy — that threads its 

 narrow way across a bit of marsh among pressing black- 

 berry bushes, Swamp Roses, and Viburnums, that no fear 

 of snakes prevents me from traversing in early September 

 to enjoy the glory of blue colour that winds with it. Almost 

 it seems that the extravagant hand of man must have 

 accomplished this lavish planting of the great blue Lobelia. 

 Few flowers boast a finer colour — not even its Red Indian 



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