54 A GARDEN DIARY 
themselves in our minds, make it impossible for 
us ever to rearrange our impressions, and recast 
them in a new form. This however is a digres- 
sion. To go on with my list. : 
Upon the actual edge of the pond we are at 
this moment planting some two dozen varieties 
of Iris Kempferi. These have recently come 
from Haarlem, and being still new-comers, have 
their destiny ahead of them. The common yellow 
iris, best and handsomest of all native, water-edge 
plants, had only to be transplanted, as it was 
already flourishing close at hand. As a successor 
to it comes Ranunculus Lingua, another indispens- 
able native, but one that requires sharp watching ; 
its capabilities as a coloniser being unlimited, the 
long, pink-tipped suckers pushing forward into 
the water at a rate that would soon turn any 
limited space of it into a mere jungle of trium- 
phant buttercups. 
In the part of the bank which, sloping rather 
quickly away, inclines towards the “glade,” 
come various low- growing shrubs, which carry 
the line down to the region of heather, which in 
its turn brings it to the level of the grass. The 
tallest of these,—rather too tall for the place,— 
is Viburnum opulus, common beside many a 
Surrey pond, but not nearly enough grown in 
gardens, as the best of amateur gardeners has 
recently reminded us. Its cultivated relation, 
Viburnum plicatum, is just beyond it, placed 
