156 A GARDEN DIARY 
as we have of late been afflicted with, is a boon 
that can hardly be overrated. As a mere 
matter of appearance, the red-brick garden 
seems to be at least as “natural” an appanage 
of the red-brick house as the little grey-stone 
garden of the grey-stone one. Both require 
a certain amount of thought and contrivance, 
especially as regards proportion, but once this 
is attained, they soon learn to wear that inevit- 
able aspect, which in garden making, as in all 
the other arts, great and small, is the first, 
and surely the least dispensable of all require- 
ments ? 
That the grey-stone garden is on the whole 
the higher species of the two I admit. At the 
same time the red-brick one has this great 
advantage over its stony brother that it is 
essentially a winter’s day garden, whereas the 
stone one may, and in bad weather does, look 
grim, to the point of being almost forbidding. 
In both gardens some amount of hindrance is apt 
to arise with regard to the laying down of the 
walks. Flagging is a costly process, and where 
the walks are very narrow, the laying down 
of stone flags must be a matter of some 
difficulty. The same applies, though not quite 
to the same extent, to the red-brick garden. 
That it ought to be tiled, just as the other 
ought to be flagged, I feel sure. At the same 
time good, red gravel, or even bricks, broken 
