OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



divided by pergolas and arbors, each with some special 

 feature; for instance, two ancient mulberries boasting 

 four hundred years above a grassy court, an oblong 

 pool reflecting rosy oleanders and pomegranates, a 

 playful fountain in the midst of hyacinths and straw- 

 berries, a tiny marsh for iris and Canterbury bells! 

 Imagine a hedge of cabbage roses on either side of a 

 vine pergola one hundred and fifty yards long, with 

 Madonna lilies blooming as the roses fade! Fancy 

 "a dozen rose gardens carpeted with tulips and 

 anemones! . . . From April to Christmas we can cut 

 from thousands of plants of hundreds of varieties." It 

 is overwhelming! Think of a walk more than a hun- 

 dred yards long leading through masses of iris, purple, 

 pale-blue, white, bronze, and yellow to the square of 

 a cherry orchard in full bloom! English primroses 

 star box-edged spaces, meadows of daisies and butter- 

 cups, jonquils and narcissus, flourish under peach and 

 apricot, apple and pear trees, each splendid with 

 blossom. 



This garden is so individual, so filled with thoughts; 



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