A GARDEN NOTE-BOOK 



equalled discomfort by its outward aspect — and 

 looks away toward the fine range of mountains in 

 Lower California, really Mexico, the picture is all 

 in long horizontal lines below the peaks. Lines of 

 blue for the waters of San Diego Bay and Glorieta 

 Bay, lines of white for the little white cities along 

 the shores. Rimning from Coronado into Glorieta 

 Bay, really a blue lake, is a line of green, a point of 

 land ending in a small bit called Prospect Park. 

 Blue, green, violet; the mountains are oftenest 

 veiled in lavender or purple, and in the midst of 

 this color, set like a topaz on a band of soft-striped 

 ribbon, stands a little house of cement made to 

 look like adobe, a house of one story, a house built, 

 as an aviator son first informed me, around a little 

 court, not called a patio, but a plazita. The fact 

 is that this house is in style pure Santa Fe Mission 

 — all is absolutely true to type — there is no archi- 

 tectural compromise except perhaps in such mat- 

 ters as openings for hght, air, and entrance. 



The house, the property of Mrs. Robert, of San 

 Francisco, and designed by Mr. WiUiam Temple- 

 ton Johnson, of San Diego, is of a rather rich ochre 

 in color. Its window-frames and the grille of the 

 door are painted a dark cobalt-blue. Framing this 

 house, when I saw it, on two sides lay a lovely 



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