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suet and protected shelters of all kinds can be arranged 

 so that in severe weather our feathered friends may 

 know that we are mindful of their interests. In my 

 dream above the snowy landscape I see the chickadees 

 and juncos, even the downy woodpecker and the nut- 

 hatch with an occasional visitor of another species, en- 

 livening this winter garden with their merry calls. 



And I am quite determined to have a yellow garden. 

 We are always saying, I wish we had more of this or 

 that particularly welcome flower. Now, here I shall 

 have big masses of each plant, and yet all must be yel- 

 low, so that in the dull days, even the misty ones, on 

 entering this enclosure a burst of sunshine will greet 

 us. In April hundreds of daffodils will invite us to this 

 sweet spot, nodding to their reflections in the still water 

 of the pool. Later the tulips will make a gay parterre, 

 then come the golden alyssum, two species of cory- 

 dalis so freely flowering, with that gracious beauty the 

 golden-spurred columbine, and the Iceland poppy — all 

 many shades of the same glorious hue. With the dor- 

 onicums and coreopsis, the helinium, helianthus, and 



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