A GARDEN NOTE-BOOK 



clouds of purple, mauve, and white, have drooped 

 under their weight of color and scent, except those 

 like Ludwig Spaeth, which have the stiff habit of 

 trees whose newer steins are woody. Tulips have 

 also shown what they could do, but under a hot 

 sun their day of glory has been but a day. I have 

 liked some fine groups of yellow tulips, raising 

 themselves above the lavender phloxes of spring, 

 Mrs. Moon, Avis Kennicott, Flava, Miss Willmott, 

 Retroflexa swperha, all beauties among spring flow- 

 ers. For a pink tulip there was a time when I 

 thought Inglescombe pink the loveliest of all. I 

 have now fixed this opinion upon the lovely cottage 

 tulip, Mrs. Kerrell. Is there any one unapprecia- 

 tive of the beauty of rose-color as it appears in the 

 soft clusters of buds and flowers of Bechtel's 

 double-flowering crab ^ Let me say that this tulip, 

 Mrs. Kerrell, blooming with me this spring below 

 this crab-apple, is one of the sweetest of all May 

 pictures. The relation of color is true; the rela- 

 tion of form is a delightful contrast. The tulip is 

 one of great elegance of form and, partly because 

 I have it in half-shade, of fine lasting qualities. 

 Twelve bulbs are all I own. I could wish this 

 number multiplied by tens and hundreds if I had 

 place for them. 



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