ling woodland brook leaping down over great natural boulders which 
were placed in the most masterful manner under the personal super- 
vision of Mr. Alfred Geiffert, Jr., of Geiffert, Vitale and Brinkerhoff. 
It is incredible that these sylvan glades and rocky glens could have 
been open fields a little more than a year ago. Mrs. Lockwood, who 
is president of one of our clubs and a good botanist to boot, has taken 
great pains and personal interest in the formation of this seven acres 
of wild garden — but the placing of the boulders and the grades and 
the remarkably natural contour of the banks, all of which was immen- 
sely difficult, was the inspired work of Mr, Geiflfert to whom true 
Nature lovers owe a vote of thanks for showing us how the wild woods 
can be brought to our very doors. 
SUMMER FIELDS 
In summer fields I lie in deep green grass 
And gaze above me into depths unbounded, 
The whirr of tiny wings is never stilled 
And by the wondrous blue of Heaven surrounded 
The snow-white clouds drift slowly overhead 
Like silent dreams thro' deeps of azure bending, 
I feel as tho' I long ago had died, — 
And drift with them thro' realms of bliss unending. 
Spring in Boston and the Arboretum 
Mary Helen Wingate Lloyd 
If any gardener longing for her beloved haunts is forced to spend 
the high tide of the year in a city, let her pray to the "Little Garden 
Gods" that that city shall be the municipality of Boston! For it 
is in the Arnold Arboretum there that spring appears in all her 
prodigality, and where the trio, — Pyrus, Prunus and Malus, — for 
sheer mass and beauty of bloom and color cannot be equalled. 
The plums came first, then the pears and cherries, — but the climax 
was reached in the heavenly flowering crabs. Four of the cherries 
were particularly striking, Prunus tomentosa, a vigorous bush five or 
six feet high; the flowers open from pink buds as the leaves unfold, 
and their bright red stalks and calyces make a handsome contrast 
with the white petals blotched with rose color; the small lustrous 
fruit, which ripens in June, is very attractive. Prunus triloba, an 
almond from northern China, blooms a little later; it is a tall shrub 
of irregular habit, and its flowers are purest pink; although it has 
been growing for thirty years in the Arboretum, it is still rare in 
American gardens. Prunus Arnoldiana is evidently a natural hybrid 
between P. tomentosa and P. triloba; it is a vigorous upright shrub 
with a single stem, handsome white flowers coming with the leaves, 
and cherry-Hke fruit which rarely develops. The handsomest cherry 
tree of any large size that can be successfully grown in this country 
is P. Sargentii, — the flowers are short-Uved, but their abundance, the 
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