THE WELL-CONSIDERED GARDEN 



store for us in that spot when it shall have been 

 touched by the suns of spring. 



A charming happening has just taken place in 

 the borders. The bush honeysuckles of Michigan 

 were never more gloriously covered with their veils 

 of white and rose than this spring. It may have 

 been the gradually warming season, the uninter- 

 rupted progress from leaf -bud to blossom; in any 

 case, the tale is the same all about us — the loni- 

 ceras have been remarkably fine. Below a tower- 

 ing group of Lonicera, var. hella albida, whose 

 flowers in early June are just passing, crowds of 

 the swaying long-spurred hybrid aquilegias bloom 

 and blow. Most of us now know the unusual deli- 

 cacy and range of color in these charming flowers 

 — faint pinks, yellows, blues, and lavenders — 

 all pale and poised as they are. 



But oh ! to catch beyond, under the shadow of 

 the honeysuckle boughs, as I did but now, the 

 sight of masses of blooming pink scillas, Scilla 

 campanulata, var. rosea, at precisely the moment 

 and in precisely the place where its modest beauty 

 was most perfectly displayed — to have this as a 

 surprise, not a special plan — here was a pleasure 

 of a quality all too seldom felt and known. Noth- 

 ing could carry on and repeat the tones of the pink 



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