Within My Garden Walls 45 
chance combination will be carefully preserved another year, 
and repeated elsewhere—if an inspiration can ever be re- 
peated. 
A favorite point of view is a rustic seat that commands a 
larger part of the garden. In the beds facing it I have planted 
many of my favorite flowers, the deliciously-scented flava 
lily (Hemerocallis flava), Madonna lilies, Lilium auratum, 
blue and white lupines, blue and white larkspurs, Physostegia 
Virginiana alba, that resembles threaded pearls on its green 
stems; the beautiful white Achillea Ptarmica, pale shell pink 
and salmon pink columbines, infant’s breath, lovely meadow 
rue, forget-me-nots, the fragrant garden heliotrope and Hes- 
peris matronalis, and other delectable things. By the side of 
the seat grows a sweetbrier rose in the deep shadow of a stone 
wall, where it has made a growth of eight feet. Over the seat 
is a trellis upon which is trained a white clematis, Virginia 
creeper, fragrant yellow honeysuckle, and a hop vine; also the 
Allegheny vine modestly creeps up one side every year, and I 
always find deep purple and white morning glories looking 
into my face before the summer is over. Of all these I think 
the hop vine is the most fascinating in its graceful festoons of 
pale green hops. p 
There is only one trouble in my garden, there is always too 
much everywhere. I am soft-hearted and one thing after an- 
other gets a start, and they hail other companions, and before 
I know it a dozen things are crowding to the front. So long 
as they do not kill each other, I let them alone, for every plant 
has its day, and we need many days to fill the entire summer 
with bloom. 
J have in another direction an arbor leading out of the main 
garden to an upper terraced wall. It is covered with hop vines 
and Virginia creeper growing at one corner, at a second is a 
Wistaria sinensis that makes a beautiful leafy column about 
