Standards of Geranium, Lantana, and Plumbago were set at 
formal intervals and a wonderful Silver Moon Rose fell in 
untouched beauty, rousing bitter envy in the hearts of those who 
came from the Land of the Rosebug! On the next level was a 
colorful planting, in large massed beds of hardy perennials sur- 
rounding a pool. The latter was shaped much like an ace of clubs 
with a wide base, and a three foot bed surrounded it completely, 
entirely filled with Japanese Iris just coming into bud. One noted 
the use of Saxatile argenteum everywhere, and the tall pallid 
leaves of Arundo Donax made a striking contrast to the darker 
foliage about. A ramp, with side walls thickly planted, descended 
each side of a deep pool whose edges were full of water plants 
and ferns — where all paused to admire the Butomus umbellatus, 
a flowering rush with a lovely rose-colored umbel. From this 
pool a wee rill started, wending its deliberate way over a flag 
terrace, down the center of some wide stone steps into an irreg- 
ular Lily pool where pink, white, yellow and deep rose blooms 
lay on the water. Two Willows on the margin were bewitching 
in effect. Japanese Cherries grew on one side, Cedars and 
shrubs on the other, while a row of very large Cedars made a 
decorative background at the end of the vista. Skirting these, 
one came to a sunny space with a low six-sided stone in the center 
(upon which was always an enthusiastic gardener resting and 
writing up her notes) and from which a long pergola, covered 
with Grape vines, extended down a gentle incline, the little rill 
still trickling through the shady walk to disappear in a sump of 
pebbles at the end. Outside this charming stretch of refreshing 
shade was a veritable riot of color in a twenty foot planting on 
each side of perennials of the larger sort, handled in big sweeping 
masses of color, and backed by tall Evergreens and flowering 
shrubs that in their time must have been very lovely. One stepped 
from this into a formal inclosure of clipped Cedars, Pachysandra 
at their feet, and standards of Plumbago the only bit of color, 
a great green room that ended the garden, though fascinating 
paths wandered out into the copse. Along the Apple orchard, 
under fruiting Cherry trees we went to find the motors, past a 
cutting garden of Roses, beds of Sweet Peas and Delphinium, all 
a Hash of color. 
After the annual meeting and luncheon at the Kirtland Club Gardens of 
refreshed and stimulated mentally and physically, we again Mrs. Moore 
filled the apparently inexhaustible stream of cars that was always Mrs. King 
awaiting us, and wound in a bewildering manner through the Mrs. Martin 
grounds of Mrs. Edward H. Moore, where the planting of shrubs, Mrs. Bolton 
particularly the various Viburnums, was striking and unusual, 
through woods and fields to Mrs. Harry King's. We caught 
glimpses of the largest of Philadelplius, a park-like stretch and 
more shrubs and beautiful trees, and went on to Mrs. David Z. 
Norton's and Mrs. Charles C. Bolton's — a series of tantalizing 
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