A GARDEN DIARY 107 
sons or my nephews I doubt if I could have felt 
more insulted! I adore my garden, and yield 
to no one in my estimation of its supreme 
importance as a topic; still there are moments 
when even horticulture must learn to bow its 
head; when the reputation of one’s Flag rises 
to a higher place in one’s estimation than even 
the reputation of one’s flower-beds. ‘‘ Anemone 
Blanda!” I repeated several times to myself in 
the course of the afternoon, and each time with 
a stronger feeling of exasperation. ‘Anemone 
Llanda, indeed!” 
