CHAPTER XII 
me on a wall in a garden beside the estuary of Dart. 
But this most beautiful passion-flower from New Grenada, 
though a rampant thing under glass, cannot be counted upon out 
of doors even in the West Country. Mine used to flourish in a 
vinery, and hang out its pure, deep rosy blossoms with the utmost 
generosity ; but against a snug south wall it soon passed away. 
There are few more beautiful climbing shrubs than this. 
The Tamarix has many fine forms, and no garden reasonably 
ik IA VAN-VOLXEMII grows within ten miles of 
near the sea should lack a specimen or two. If you have room for 
a drift of them, then so much the better for your garden’s beauty. 
The old T. gallica is only beaten by one species in my opinion, but 
the rosy pink panicles of T. odessana, a splendid Russian, are better. 
These deciduous shrubs yield to none in grace and charm. They 
enjoy full sunshine and chime harmoniously with other things. 
Combined with Ceonothus, for example, they area joy. T. chinensis, 
from Canton, should be here, but I do not find it offered to me by 
nurserymen. 
Taxodium distichum, in its youthful state, makes a neat little 
deciduous conifer. To see this most beautiful tree in full splendour 
one must doubtless go to the United States ; but it would be hard 
to imagine more striking specimens than those in the public gardens 
at Milan. There they stand with their feet in water, their high tops 
a glory of young feathery green when the Spring comes. 
