THROUGH THE YEAR IN A GARDEN 221 



the prospect afforded the eye by the sight of 

 an unkempt garden, snow-covered and dreary. 



Why is it that so many of our garden-mak- 

 ers dream only of Summer's green and jewel- 

 colored season, and take httle heed of the 

 white days of the reign of Boreas? Surely a 

 climip of Evergreens just there or a hedge here 

 would turn the whole deserted garden spot 

 into an area pleasant to look upon. I know 

 one garden-maker who has had the good sense 

 to leave standing a row of Sunflower stalks, 

 each one crowned with its seed pod. As you 

 may well know the birds have shown their ap- 

 preciation, and day after day they flock thither 

 and chirp away with gratitude in their little 

 notes. It is sorrowfifl enough to be missing 

 the flowers without having to mourn the flown 

 birds. Every Tdnd garden ought to have its 

 little bird shelter. 



Often has it appeared strange to me that 

 sun-dials are left so bleak through winter- 

 time. A wreathing of Bittersweet or a mass- 

 ing of Rosa rugosa would insure scarlet ber- 

 ries and crimson haws for winter decoration. 

 The red of the Rose hip, clinging to the brown 

 stems of the bushes, is one of the many such 



