freedom. I hope pomology ■will not lag in this respect. In all 
lines I hope that professionalism will not subjugate the man who 
follows a subject for the love of it rather than for the gain of 
it or for the pride of it. In horticulture, when we lose the 
amateur, who, as the word means, is the lover, we lose the 
ideals. ' ; 
"With this point of view well in mind, this book on the Apple 
has been prepared. It is delightful, brief and comprehensive. 
As I write this review I find myself munching a pippin, and 
from time to time gazing out of the window at two fine old 
Apple trees that for years have provided me with shade, with 
garden beauty and with delicious fruit, while I have spared 
them but the scantest attention ! My conscience hurts me. 
A. H. 
Gardener's Miscellany, September 1922. 
Must our gardens be a mass of bloom all season long? How 
many of onr friends say to us "Don't go into the garden just 
now, its a mess for there is nothing in bloom." Evidently that 
garden depends on color for its whole beauty. This need not be 
so for I call to mind a garden from which the owners have to be 
away in July and August and yet into which my feet love to stray 
each time I pass by. It joins the house terrace on the west, low 
steps lead down into an oval grass-plot surrounded by Box-bor- 
dered beds. At the far end about eighty feet away, a low stone 
seat and table are shaded by some fine old leaning Apple trees, 
here a fountain drips into a low shallow basin for the bird 
friends, who are not forgotten. Dense Evergreens and groups 
of large Rhododendrons give it a peaceful secluded feeling and 
bring rest to eyes tired by the summer glare of the street. No 
flowers are in bloom save some groups of large white Petunias and 
yet the garden is full of promise of fall color in the luxuriant 
foliage and budding spires of plants whose flowering time comes 
about September first when the family return. Michaelmas 
Daisies, Boltonias, late Aconite, Salvia Pitcherii, Helenium, 
Cosmos, Japanese Anemones and Hardy Chrysanthemums are 
all there ready to burst out in a riot of welcome. No sense of 
neglect is here only suspense, a reserving of its best for the home- 
coming. Nowr this same garden is a fairyland of bulbs in spring 
and of Iris, Peonies and early Roses in June, but when its 
mistress goes away it wears demi-deuil till she returns. 
"Women often say to me pathetically, "I never see my lovely 
Phloxes in bloom — we are away all through August. ' ' Then why 
on earth should they plant Phlox, say I? Save that space for 
autumn blooming plants or have more Peonies and Delphinium. 
My seaside garden is planned not to bloom till June 15th. 
Ancliusa, Dianthus, Digitalis, Flax and Columbine greet me then. 
I wish every one could have seen Mrs. Clapp's garden at 
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