OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



roses, creamy fading to clear white. As it extends its 

 sprays of exquisite blossoms for twenty feet along the 

 wall, each one a perfect specimen with a dewdrop at 

 its heart, we stand before it in admiration too deep for 

 words. And its fragrance! Truly this rose combines 

 the virtues of all roses, with none of their blemishes. 



On the south side of the southern wall the Dorothy 

 Perkins riots in a blushing abandon of indescribable 

 beauty. Over the top of the wall and on to the bushes 

 beyond she flings her rosy draperies until each July 

 we think nothing can be more ravishing than this! 



But by the middle of September, the clematis — 

 that snowy, starry, spicy, clematis from Japan which 

 no hard winter kills, no insect harms — the clematis has 

 wound its delicate sprays around the entrance posts, 

 enwreathed the neighboring shrubs, and drooped its 

 flowery lengths along the rough stone wall. Then in- 

 deed we say, "This is the crowning glory of the year!" 



But October comes apace, and the gray wall is crim- 

 son with the woodbine and purple in shadow with its 

 pendent fruit; the leaves of the golden ash drop down, 



