THE GARDEN PATH AND BOEDER 17 



Each of them having a distinctive charm, some gar- 

 dens demanding one, and others another, so that 

 one cannot dictate to the owner of a garden which 

 kind is best for his use, it lies with his own whims 

 and fancies, to develop beautiful combinations, and 

 to work out variations of the last year's scheme, 

 so that the gardens of yesterday may differ essen- 

 tially from those of to-day. 



It may be that long borders of bright-eyed ver- 

 benas greet our eyes as we gaze upon the vari-col- 

 ored beds, or perchance gorgeous Sweet Williams, 

 vicing in hue are shown. Tall rosy spikes of ly- 

 thrum lift their heads, while stately hollyhocks 

 uncurl their silky petals, shaking out the tucks and 

 wrinkles of the bud like newly awakened butter- 

 flies stretching their wings. There is a busy hum 

 of bees as we saunter down the garden path, stop- 

 ping now and again to watch their flight as they 

 light on flowers to sip their nectar, furry with 

 golden pollen dust. 



So we stand wondering what our grand-dames 

 would say could they view, with us to-day, the 

 transformation of the old-fashioned garden, into 

 a magnificent show of rare plants in a well-devel- 

 oped design. 



