1 6 TOWN AND WINDOW GARDENING 



well in window-boxes. We have never tried them. 

 They are capricious always and anywhere. 



Walking or driving about the streets and squares of 

 the West End of London on a June day, when all the 

 window-boxes are at their gayest, it is amusing to notice 

 how some localities favour certain flowers. At Queen's 

 Gate for several seasons past there has been what shop- 

 keepers call " a great feeling " for white Marguerites 

 and Genista. Here, again, I use shopkeeper language. 

 "Genista" is London shop for the almond-scented, yellow- 

 flowered Citisus which, though really a conservatory 

 plant, deigns to brighten the window-boxes of London 

 facades, reminding delightfully of the golden gorse- 

 blossoms that have the same sweet smell, and are blooming 

 at the same moment about the heaths and waste-lands of 

 the country. Genista must have the sunny side of the 

 street ; we should bear that in mind. Some Clubs, too, 

 adopt certain flowers and colours, remaining very constant 

 to their specialities. It would be interesting to reckon 

 up the number of Daisies that bud and blow in town 

 during the "season." Never need Londoners quit the 

 region of bricks and mortar to count the " daisies of the 

 dappled field ; " there are nearly as many of them to be 

 seen in town. The Daisy is such a human flower. 

 Nettles, they say, are never met with but near the haunts 

 of man, and we are really very much obliged to them, 

 for boiled Nettle is nearly as good as Spinach, and Daisies 

 are just as friendly. I have seen them on the golf-links of 

 Norfolk in chill December, their fringed and yellow eyes 

 gazing benevolently at the golfers. Wordsworth knew 

 all about the Daisy. 



** Methinks that there abides in thee 

 Some concord with humanity 

 Given to no other flower I see 

 The forest through.'' 



One very charming scheme that has been adopted with 



