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crimson blooms hung down to certain Felix Crousse 

 peonies, matching almost precisely their bright 

 hue. Nova Zembla was dainty in pink, and Mad. 

 Georges Bruant pure in white; and all of them, 

 strong, sturdy and with rich foliage, able to stand 

 the hot afternoon sun in which they must open 

 here. It is in this race that we are to have the 

 hardy everblooming bush roses, I believe. 



The stately and full white Druschki, the con- 

 tinuously performing Teplitz and all the other 

 worth-while hybrid teas, have made June a very 

 vigorous rose month at Breeze Hill. I find that 

 visitors are likely to think most of Climbing 

 American Beauty, which is probably as it should 

 be; for certainly Europe never sent us so fine a 

 flower, so rich a color, so sturdy a grower. That 

 Irish propagator, not at all a scientific sharp, but 

 very much a loving worker in roses, who at West 

 Chester brought into existence this best of red 

 climbing roses, has done the north a real service. 

 And his fame is not dependent on one rose; for 

 Christine Wright is the name of his pink beauty, 

 and Purity properly designates his exquisite white 

 production, rivahng American Beauty in form and 

 vigor. 



But June is not all roses, by any means, in this 

 growing garden. It is strawberries, as I have said. 



