THE WELL-CONSIDERED GARDEN 



possible that I, even I, may contribute to Mr. 

 Philpotts's garden?" Promptly flew out my let- 

 ters to Massachusetts, to Texas — in quest of the 

 grapes. Answers showed that at least one of 

 them could be mine for the asking and a little 

 besides; but before I had actually ordered the 

 plant, as good luck would have it, I happened 

 upon the following passage in "My Garden," un- 

 seen heretofore: "Green corn is a pleasant vege- 

 table, and I surprise Americans who come to see 

 me, by giving them that familiar dish. Let them 

 have but that and ice, and a squash pie, and they 

 ask no more, but to be allowed to talk about 

 themselves and their noble country." Needless to 

 say that, in so far as I can achieve it, Mr. Eden 

 Philpotts has gone, goes, and shall go grapeless. 



Facilities for procuring new varieties of flower- 

 ing plants, new colors, in this country are notice- 

 ably improving. Witness each fresh issue of 

 American seed and bulb lists. One firm in this 

 country offered last spring for the first time, as 

 far as my experience goes, roots of Cantab, the 

 lovely blue delphinium which Miss Jekyll con- 

 siders the best of all blues, and which has been 

 difficult to find in any list, English or American. 

 Another has a separate list of rare and charming 



