GARDENS OF ROSES 



scent about it that moderates greatly as the day wears 

 on. The roses do not become less beautiful, but merely 

 heated and overpowered by the sun. Often then the 

 moisture cast by the sea is most grateful. 



In planting a rose garden, unless the list of chosen 

 roses is scanned again and again, there is almost a 

 certainty that the abundance of color will rest with 

 red and its different expressions, scarlet, crimson, 

 carmine, maroon, magenta, and the like. Undoubtedly, 

 these shades are all brilliant and gay in a garden. To 

 many minds there is no rose in the world so beautiful as 

 a real red rose — such a one, perchance, as the General 

 Jacqueminot, or the hybrid teas, Liberty and Richmond. 



Nevertheless, pink roses can be easily outshone by 

 being placed too near those of the more dominant 

 colors, and since they are in themselves infinitely 

 charming, it should be a matter of care to place them 

 where they run no chance of being hurt by violent 

 clashes with the multitudinous company of reds in 

 the garden. The white roses can always be used to 

 form a barrier between the two. 



Again it seems as if a clash of colors were impossible 

 in a rose garden. I remember one large bed of roses 

 planted promiscuously with bushes offered at a great 

 reduction in price by a traveling salesman. As soon 

 as their buds began to open, it was seen with dismay that 

 each one of the bushes was bent on bearing red roses, 

 not reds of the same class but of every shade conceiv- 

 able. It may seem strange, but this very bed proved to 

 have a pronounced charm. As the variously toned roses 

 unfolded, the surrounding green of the foliage kept 



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