A GARDEN NOTE-BOOK 



reminder of May in October than yesterday, when, 

 travelling past a great plantation of larch, I saw 

 the forest floor completely carpeted with young 

 maples, two to four feet, whose leaves were glow- 

 ing, dazzling flame. Instantly my thoughts flew 

 to the Arnold Arboretum in azalea time. These 

 colors of the little maples repeated actually those 

 of the Ghent azaleas and of Azalea Kcempferi 

 on the slopes of the ArboVetum at the end of May. 

 The larch-trees of my Michigan picture were thin 

 of foliage. One might easily have mistaken them 

 for the budding trees of spring. The illusion was 

 complete, a spectacle to strike a chord of joy in 

 the heart of any watcher of the earth. 



In my garden last autumn was a beautiful Jap- 

 anese anemone, with adjectives too many by three 

 for its name (Anemone japonica rosea superba ele- 

 gans). It was a most lovely flower, three and a 

 half inches in diameter, of marvellous size, and 

 with a perfect circle of yellow stamens held tight 

 to the rosy-mauve centre of the flower by a light- 

 green button. A most perfect thing this is for 

 cutting with buddleias or for growing below them 

 for an effect in bluish mauve and cool pink. The 

 colors of the anemone are Ridgway, Persian lilac 

 to pale Persian lilac; the French chart gives them 



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