SPANISH GARDENS 



house, with its clear pool, and we took our way 

 again along the course of the Sweetwater River to 

 the ranch of Mrs. M. C. Here the house is again 

 on an eminence, but pure New England colonial in 

 type, a frame house painted white. Again the 

 cypress hedge, incredibly high, gateways cut in the 

 living green and outlined with old-fashioned trel- 

 lised arches set in the hedge openings. Various 

 small, formal gardens are well disposed about the 

 house, fine greensward everywhere and a tennis 

 court of clay on the edge of the height overlooking 

 valley and mountain range. The court is outlined 

 by a white treillage of light, graceful arches; and 

 between the arches roses climb in early bloom. 

 Pink of the pink Cherokee, white with gold sta- 

 mens of the true Cherokee, a wreathing of roses on 

 a good framework against a distant landscape of 

 gray-green and lavender. I noticed in these gar- 

 dens, too, an extremely good placing of rose-pink 

 Watsonia, blooming below a Cherokee rose of the 

 same hue. 



Back, then, to one of the objective points of this 

 afternoon's drive, the five acres of lemon-trees of 

 Mrs. G. Old trees these, and so cultivated and 

 cared for that a record yield occurred this year — 

 fifteen hundred odd boxes of fine fruit. Four hun- 



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