CHAPTER V 



ENTRANCES 



We view our flower-plots at their best, gazing 

 at them through the vine-clad entrance, as we 

 glance down the gravel walk bordered on either 

 side by masses of brilliant flowers. Involuntarily, 

 our eyes wander along farther afield till we meet 

 the background of trees clad in verdant foliage, a 

 fitting setting for the picture laid out in patches 

 of color, fitting into the canvas with a well-defined 

 plan. We can but feel as we stand looking down 

 on this paradise of flowers that we are thankful 

 for the thought that first created gardens. 



When they came into existence it is hard to de- 

 termine, for mention is found of flowers and the 

 traditions of wonderful gardens, laid out long 

 before man had chiseled the hieroglyphics de- 

 picted on Egyptian tombs. The love of flowers is 

 a heritage handed down from generation to genera- 

 tion. 



Homer, when speaking of Laertes, trying in vain 



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