A GARDEN DIARY 55 
there, not because there is the slightest occa- 
sion for its being upon the water's edge, simply 
because it happens to be one of those plants 
that never seem quite happy unless they have 
abundance of space to move about in, the long 
shoots, laden with blossom, having a wonderful 
power of reaching out to distances that at first 
sight seem to be quite beyond their grasp. 
Another plant of which the same may be said is 
Hydrangea paniculata. So far ours have spent 
their existence dully in tubs, the idea being that 
they required winter protection. Judging by 
some that were experimented upon last winter 
this seems to be a mistake, and I propose to 
try a few here, by way of successors to the fore- 
going, with which their equally industrious sprays 
seem to possess a sort of kinship. 
Our grassy “glade” being now all but reached 
the remaining corner of the bank has been filled 
with various grass-leaved flowering plants, which 
seemed to come in appropriately. Of these the 
largest is Libertia formosa, green all the year 
round, and in summer bristling with white, iris- 
like flowers, and, by way of plant-fellow to it, 
Sisyrinchium Bermudianum (Plague upon these 
polysyllabic dog-latinists!), one of the friendliest 
of little plants that ever pined for a decent 
English name. Put it where one will—on a 
bank, in a bog, in a flower-bed—it seems equally 
happy and appropriate; always compact, yet 
