168 MY GROWING GARDEN 



cannas will endure a little frost, but not so Madame 

 Dahlia. These cannas, by the way, are of the sorts 

 produced by Antoine Wintzer, as I have previously 

 written, and are most attractive, brilhant and satis- 

 factory. Each year I am likely to have a short 

 visit with this genial Alsatian, and then to hear 

 him tell of his aims in the further perfection of 

 specialty. He grows roses for a living, but I some- 

 times think he lives to grow cannas! 



Of fruit in this young garden, we have yet the 

 grapes in bags, the bunches in the open having been 

 long ago eaten either by bipeds, hit by the one 

 mean hail-storm of the season, or pimctjired for the 

 sweet juice by myriads of bees. The paper pro- 

 tection covers from all these troubles, and it is a 

 fruit event to open a bag on a cool morning, taking 

 from it the chilled, ripe grapes in perfect condition. 

 Those strawberries I wrote about in September are 

 keeping right on with their blooming and bearing, 

 so that we are renewing our June days with them. 

 Hurrah for the Progressive ! Then that late peach, 

 Krummell, has been giving us great golden globes 

 of rich yellow flesh all through two weeks, after 

 other peaches are only a memory. I can hurrah 

 some for Herr Krummell, too ! 



In the earlier garden years we began to get 

 vegetable-poor in early October. Not so this year; 



