SPRING FLOWERS 



me this critical quality, born doubtless of much 

 looking and comparing when I see, as I saw lately, 

 a garden comparatively small in compass but in- 

 comparably interesting, my heart fills with a plea- 

 sure not unlike the poet's at the sight of the cele- 

 brated daffodils. 



In this garden, some of it under tall trees, a 

 city garden not a hundred miles from where I 

 live, on a day in earliest June, there was to be 

 seen a most lovely flower grouping, in which the 

 following flowers had place: Masses of that won- 

 derful pinkish-mauve Iris 'pallida, var. Dalmatica 

 Queen of May, tall lupines of rich blue near by, 

 with Iris Madame Chereau back of this, while be- 

 fore the group and among it were opening on tall 

 stems the luscious silken salmon-pink flowers of the 

 two Oriental poppies Mrs. Perry and Mary Stud- 

 holme. Below these the coral bells of heucheras 

 (alum-root) hung at the tops of slender swaying 

 stems, a slightly richer note of pink than the pop- 

 pies. 



As I beheld this beauty in. flowers, I said to 

 myself: "Here is an end to adjectives." I have 

 none in which to adequately describe this loveUness. 

 It must be seen for its delicacy, its evanescent 

 quality. All who garden know the texture of 



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