THB GREENING LANDSCA 



A ROSE GARDEN 



This is the rose-garden of the parterre shown on preceding 

 page and this area contains nothing but roses. On each side of 

 the walk is a row of rose-trees produced by grafting free-blooming 

 varieties on hardy rose stock, and as the heads are four or five 

 feet from the ground the rose-trees are planted among the bushes, 

 making in effect a two-story rose-garden. Each bed is eight feet 

 wide and contains five rows of bushes, planted a foot and a half 

 apart and one foot from each border. The middle row consists 

 of Hybrid Perpetual, and the two rows on each side of Hybrid 

 Tea, Hybrid Noisette and Dwarf Polyantha. Next to the trellis 

 on each side is a bed two rows deep and the trellis itself supports 

 the climbing varieties. 



A FORK IN THE ROAD 



When two roads unite they should rapidly converge, as in the 

 above instance, and the point of convergence should be filled with 

 shrubs, so that each is masked from the other. When approached 

 from the other way the divergence comes in the nature of a sur- 

 prise and gives a pleasing diversity to the scenery. 



A drive through an evergreen forest is peculiarly refreshing. 

 The trees exhale a balsamic odor that is soothing, especially to 

 people who have lung trouble. It is said that consumption is un- 

 known in Pine regions. The above forest consists of Pine, Spruce 

 and Cedar. 



Elsewhere in this book is an article on reforestation which 

 the reader is asked to study carefully. Unless something be done 

 to restore our forests we shall soon stand face to face with the 

 problem of a completely denuded land, and such scenes as the 

 one represented in this landscape will remain only as a vanished 

 dream, whilst to the next generation they will be as a dream un- 

 dreamed. There is a wonderful beauty in a forest scene which 

 Americans are slow to discover. We have not yet learned the 

 art of seeing. I think it was Martineau who said, " It is not light 

 we need, but eyes." We look but we do not see. Our forests are 

 being daily devoured by the hungry maw of the sawmill, and we 

 stand as idly indifferent as a statue of salt. 



Plate 146. A Fork in tin- Hoart 



