BRIGHT-BERRIED GROWTH 



snow nor frost seem to affect. Is not this a thing 

 to long for? 



To close this chapter I am fortunate in showing 

 here a delightful plan for a hidden and winter 

 garden, together with a few sentences and a bit 

 of poetry from this garden's owner. These carry 

 the idea in the foregoing paragraphs to a high and 

 lovely plane. 



"I have planted this garden mostly with light 

 blue delphinium and white speciosum lilies — 

 and mean to plant as thickly as possible along 

 these colors, possibly later a few yellow speciosums. 

 But at the extreme end, half shadowed by pine- 

 trees are my peacocks, in a very large cage. They 

 sit in the sun, and one looks down the path of 

 stepping-stones, very blue in color, and the gleam- 

 ing neck of the peacock seems to catch the light 

 from the entire garden and reflect it in the iri- 

 descence there. That seems to me the very last 

 touch and I enjoy it every time I look. I sup- 

 pose, in time, when the garden gets too sombre, 

 I shall have to put my white pair there, but we 

 shall see. 



"The Master said, 'When the year becomes cold, 

 then we know how the pine and the cypress are the 

 last to close their leaves.' " — Confucian Analects. 



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