126 MY GROWING GARDEN 



necktie with a dress suit! Anyway, a far more 

 soft and pleasing note of color variation in ever- 

 green foliage is given by the lovely Concolor fir, 

 or by the blue form of the Douglas fir, both of 

 which are of a distinctly attractive form. 



In August I am but an occasional visitor at 

 Breeze Hill. Long settled habit takes us all to 

 the cottage at Eagles Mere, nestled into the edge 

 of the primeval forest, and not far from a lake 

 that cools, charms and holds us. It is my yearly 

 opportunity to renew acquaintance with the won- 

 drous flora of the forest floor, to live among the 

 trees that were old when Columbus discovered 

 America, to see how God's garden works out with 

 all time and all nature at command. I have 

 traveled to many forests, east, west, south, never 

 to find one so richly attractive as this in the 

 Pennsylvania AUeghanies, a half-mile high, and 

 with its marvelous laurels and rhododendrons, its 

 great huckleberries and viburnums, its giant hem- 

 locks and maples and birches. The "going" in 

 the trackless depths at Eagles Mere is as toilsome 

 and adventurous as any I have ever found, and 

 far more interesting and strenuous than the 

 traversing of the Rockies or the Sierras. Here, free 

 from regular duties, with a wondrous night canopy, 

 I am awakened in the morning by the hermit 



