and beautiful the season through, but rather shy of bloom. As 
July comes all the shrubs and trees are so fully grown that we 
no longer see the little spaces among the rocks that were so lovely 
in April and May. The Evergreens are now somewhat lost 
among the mass of handsome leaves, but the fine old Junipers, 
some silvery, some golden, are mounted guard at every season 
over the pool and here and there throughout the garden. The 
Ground Juniper cuddles in among the rocks and Ferns, and is 
loved for all its good qualities. 
July is the quietest month for bloom. One shrub is in its 
glory then — the white Azalea (viscosa). This lovely thing which 
is at home in damp places and in dry places, is one of our dearest 
friends as it is beautiful in flower, charming in form and leaf and 
glorious in the fall. The Clethra is also fragrant and lovely now. 
In the damp places leaning over the pond the Button-ball Bush is 
in bloom, its perfectly round fragrant heads interesting and 
pretty. Late July and early August the Monkey-flower beside the 
bridges is covered with its blue flowers, and the Arrowhead Lilies 
in the brook a sheet of white. Feathery masses of the graceful 
Meadow-Rue and great spikes of Gimicifuga with Turks-Cap 
Lilies, eight feet high, wave among the Ostrich Ferns. 
August brings the first of the Asters, always a shock — late in 
the month the Turtle Head, the great Blue Lobelia and the 
Cardinal Flower grow along the brook. The Pond Lilies are still 
blooming and continue until frost. The vines I have not mentioned 
— the Bittersweet is handsome but so lusty it must be cut back and 
watched lest it cover finer things. The Virgins Bower is less 
presuming and pretty in flower and fruit. Underneath the 
Maiden-hair, in several places the Partridge-berry is covering 
the ground happily and Wild-ginger with its shy flower and 
handsome leaves. I cannot yet persuade the Fringed Gentian 
to stay with me but the Closed Gentian is quite at home. Only 
a few of the Asters and Golden-rods are welcome for they ask 
too much space. Several paths lead among "White Pines and 
where the needles are piling year by year we hope to make the 
Lady-slipper grow — our soil is too heavy for her as yet. 
With the coming of fall the changing colors and the brilliant 
green of the Evergreens, the rocks again coming to the fore and 
the winter Ferns at their best, the garden holds its own until the 
frost ties up the brooks and ice covers the pond and the snow 
lies soft on everything, and then it is full of beauty too. Of 
course I have not named all the trees and shrubs and plants 
that are in the garden, only those which occur to me as I think 
of it. Visitors who walk among the rocks and paths often say 
that they cannot believe that a few years ago there was only a 
level field, and others who know nothing of its history have 
said, how fortunate you were to have this wonderful setting for 
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