A GARDEN NOTE-BOOK 



whole garden is reminiscent of that renowned 

 Scottish one, Barncluith, in Lanarkshire. 



To the color in this garden when I saw it this 

 last July no pen can do justice, only a brush and 

 a gifted one at that: great clouds of blues in 

 delphinium trailed by the rounding bloom of that 

 beautiful pale-yellow Thalictrum glaucum. The 

 mauve and pink yarrow formed lovely foregrounds 

 for these blues — here and there groups of Ulies — 

 candidum, regale — and the white gypsophila nes- 

 tling in the angle of the staircase, and well at 

 one end a most lovely array of bergamot of a 

 particularly vivid carmine hue, unknown to me 

 before. All these flowers are set in green. The 

 wall at the back is hung with green leaves; the 

 balustrades by the stone steps are garlanded with 

 green. The flowers grow in rich profusion, but 

 the practised eye recognizes in the greenery be- 

 tween this brightness either the record of flowers 

 past, or the promise of flowers to come. Borders 

 such as these lying so boldly should be enough in 

 themselves to give keen pleasure. Add to that 

 beauty the fact that looking along this garden 

 from either end and raising the eye to the middle 

 distance, one sees apart the beautiful lines and 

 color of a perfect Italian villa set among great 



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