4 A LITTLE GARDEN THE YEAR ROUND 



the loveliest which carries with its perfume the 

 reminiscent suggestion of those gardens of our 

 cradle days, when Salem roasted witches but 

 overlooked the enchantments of her dooryard, 

 red with Four-O'Clocks, white with Candy- 

 tuft, blue with Batchelors' Buttons, and when 

 the good folk of Boston Village, each over his 

 neighbor's fence, discussed the newest Lark- 

 spur seed, the fantastic forms of the Gourd. 

 We love to be reminded, too, of Martha Wash- 

 ington's garden at Mt. Vernon, of the bouquets 

 that used to come fresh with the morning dew 

 upon them to Mistress Dolly Madison, of the 

 garden where the brave Boys in Blue and the 

 brave Boys in Gray played in their happy 

 youth, taking little heed of the prophecy of 

 the relentless Dicentra — ^Bleeding Heart, in- 

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And so, when I come into a garden such as 

 this one, where on a Summer's day the hum of 

 bees throws me into drowsy meditation and the 

 winds waft sweet music of the nodding stems 

 to listening ears, I say it is the best garden of 

 all — ^your garden, my garden — Everyman's 

 garden. 



