SOME Garden l>icfURE§ 135 



by the skirts of visitors or the gambols of my cats 

 At the same time, in a crack of the stone just below 

 the upper step there came a seedhng of the tall Chimney 

 Campanula (C. pyramidalis). The second year this 

 threw up its tall flower-stem and was well in bloom 

 when it was wrecked by an early autumn gale, the 

 wind wrenching out the crown and upper root-stock. 

 But a little shred of rooted life remained, and now there 

 is again the sturdy tuft promising more flower-stems 

 for the coming season. 



Close behind the Bell-flower a spreading sheet of 

 Wild Thyme has crept out of the turf and flowed rather 

 widely over the stone. Luckily I just saved it from 

 the tid3dng process that threatened it, and as it is now 

 well established over the stone I still have the pleasure 

 of its bright rosy bloom when the duties of the mowing- 

 machine rob me of the other tiny flowers — Hawkweed, 

 Milkwort and Bedstraw — that bloom so bravely in 

 the intervals between its ruthless but indispensable 

 ministrations. 



