GROWN FROM HENDERSON'S FAMOUS FLOWER SEEDS 



From the Wild wood Maoazine, 



Flowers; dogs with their welcoming bark ; twin rows of friendly maples 

 forming an archway to the house, in spring of pale lacy green, and in 

 Autumn flaming crimson-gold; arrow-straight pines humming their 

 ceaseless hymns of praise; the silence of neighboring fields, and that 

 is "Hlsley." 



One morning seven years ago, as we stood on our veranda after the 

 walk up the river with the dogs, my husband turned to me and said 

 abruptly, "You know, Anna, we could have a fine garden here." "Oh, 

 we could," I replied, "but it looks very big and hopeless." "Yes, but 

 there are garden books, catalogues, flower seeds, and tools, you know. 

 It can be done " 



"Well." I replied, somewhat doubtfully, "we could plow all along 

 the fence, I presume," and then, as I contemplated this wire outline 

 of our grounds and considered the position our house occupied in 

 the middle of our eleven acres, I added, "That would make a garden 

 of fifteen hundred feet." 



Bed of Cosmos, Asters and Marigolds 



"Why not," answered my husband, undaunted. "Haven't we most 

 of our lives before us.-''" 



So it began, and now, at the end of seven years, when we stand upon 

 our veranda after the walk up the river with the dogs, we look upon i 

 very carnival of flowers, roving from the deepest crimson through gold, 

 lavender, pink, orange and blue to palest amethyst. 



We neither one of us had any knowledge of how to begin. My 

 husband, however, took the first step — the simple and practical one 

 of having the earth overturned. It was then heavily enriched and 

 allowed to rest for several months. 



In my mind was a riot of color. For years I had been seeing a 

 garden, all my love of color expressing itself in the simple array we 

 call an old-fashioned garden. 



In my husband's mind was the thought of fragrance, so we had 

 fragrance and color, and our garden grew — "here a little and there a 

 lit : le" — until the once appalling fifteen hundred feet has changed from 

 a tattered stretch of fence and wild shrubbery to a procession of out- 

 line and color that greets the first breath of Spring, marching through 

 the Summer triumphantly, ending only when the brilliantly colored 

 Zinnias, Marigolds and Dahlias yield place to the mahogany browns 

 and reds of late Autumn. 



When the Iris is about gone the next 

 expression of color comes through 

 Hardy Phlox, and I had a very inter- 

 esting experience with this. When 

 we did our original planting we put out 

 twenty-five dollars worth of Phlox 

 plants. My hopes were never ful- 

 filled concerning it, so, two years 

 later, in July, I planted twenty-five 

 cents' worth of Henderson's Hardy 

 Phlox seed. Early in November the 

 tiny plants these seeds had yielded 

 were transplanted to their permanent 

 homes, and the result from that ex- 

 periment encouraged me in the future 

 to raise my own stock of perennials. 

 I not only had all I could use, but have 

 given away dozens. 



Perennials have been given by us a 

 decided preference, for they live 

 through the Winter with even indiffer- 

 ent care, and when March winds 

 are blowing their coldest we venture 

 out and brush aside the Winter's 

 covering with eagerness to spy out 

 the hidden treasures which reap- 

 pear and give their message of 

 fidelity, but, of course, we do not 

 neglect the Annuals, and we sow 

 dozens of varieties every year in bare 

 spots in the borders, and also in beds 

 by themselves. 



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