A GARDEN NOTE-BOOK 



trees, fronted by greensward properly propor- 

 tioned, cooled, and made musical by pools and 

 their fountains, why, I ask, should one desire 

 more? 



An instance of another garden: there is, for 

 example, the new rose-garden of my neighbor. I 

 helped her plan it, helped her in the buying of 

 the plants. Now that it is July she brings me 

 roses, roses, heaped-up baskets of them. She walks 

 in at evening, through the French doors of the 

 dining-room, where we sit at table in the late 

 sunlight, yellow pansies and blue anchusa before 

 us in low bowls among the silver of the table, and 

 not only shows us her midsummer treasures but 

 leaves them with us: Lady Ashtown's curling 

 petals, Druschki's matchless milk-white, the red 

 velvet of ChMeau de Clos Vougeot, the magic 

 beauty of Los Angeles — what a harvest we are 

 reaping from what is another's ! I visit the gar- 

 den; low stone walls, a background in one place 

 of noble trees, perfect turf, and such an array of 

 jewels in roses as is not often to be seen. 



When the small and simple garden is successful, 

 one in which the owner has had to consider the 

 exchequer, there is always about it the added 

 matter to admire of ingenuity in spending. The 



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