CHAPTER XII— NOVEMBER 



PUTTING THE GARDEN TO SLEEP 



BUT the garden doesn't want to go to sleep! 

 The "taps" were sounded for it in a sharp 

 frost in the last October week, but the yet 

 warm ground pushes up through the live plant 

 roots a strong impulse to keep right on. And so 

 the garden does; it keeps on. The dahlias were 

 discouraged by the first frost, and other frosts 

 coming early in this Thanksgiving month have 

 put out of business a few of the annuals; but there 

 are plenty left to keep the garden gay. 



Those great zinnias and the brilliant salvias 

 are yet happy, the cosmos is a pink-and-white 

 cloud, with ground snowy with its fallen petals, 

 and the long border of nicotiana and African 

 marigold that has followed the June show of 

 poppies is now in perfection. More than eighty 

 feet it runs, with a background of the now redden- 

 ing Japanese barberry hedge, and the sweet 

 tobacco opens its regular evening contribution of 

 white flowers well above it. The foliage of the 

 marigold, no less than its showy orange and yellow 



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