to have a continuous display of Azalea flowers from the middle 
of April, when Azalea Vaseyi begios to bloom, ui til the middle 
of i^o'^ast when the fragrant flowers of A. viscosa can sLill 
be foprd. The handsomest o1 the American plants, A. 
caleadulacea, with its orange and flame-colored iJowei-s wi'ich 
in June enliven the forests of the southern Appalachian 
Mountains, is one ol: the most splendid plants of the American 
flora and worth a place in every garden. Very bo.uitirul, too, 
are the clear pink flowers of A. Vaseyi, the deep ro'e-colo.'tid 
and fr? grant flowers of A. rosea, and the large white flowers 
of A. arboresccns. 
In this Monograph the authors have brought together in 
convenient form an immense amount of information in regard 
to the characters, geographical distribution and history of 
Azaleas, and their numerous hybrids which have long puzzled 
botanists and gardeners, and have produce a work of scientil^c 
and practical value to which the Bulletin is glad to call the 
attention of its readers. 
My Garden of Wild Flowers 
As far back as I can remember the woods have fascinated 
me. I love the mysterious noises, the rustlings in the leaves, 
the wonderful lights and shadows and all the lovely growing 
things. No doubt, I have been influenced by the fairy stories 
and old legends which were told me before I could read them 
for myself. A Jack in the Pulpit still means to me a tiny gnome 
preacher exhorting his congregation of little green clad men 
to deeds of chivalry. I am sure the fairy debutantes have their 
gowns made of petals from the Hepaiica and wild Geranium, 
that Lilies are used for the babies' cradles and the different kinds 
of fungi carved into household furniture. Of course the 
Anemone closes when a storm approaches — it does it to protect 
the fairy who has taken refuge inside. Just because with our 
blind eyes we cannot see the fairy is no proof that it is not 
there. There are many very real things that we do not see. 
And M^hat, pray, is the use of the little wayside mallow, if not 
to furnish cheeses for the fairy dinner parties? 
Our beloved Miss Keeler, the author of so many interesting 
books on wild flowers, trees and shrubs, visited my woods one 
day and suggested that I make it a Wild Flower Preserve ; that 
I try to collect all the Flora of this part of the country, as well 
as plants from far aAvay that could be persuaded to live in this 
climate. I have tried very hard to carry out her plan, but any- 
one who thinks a garden in the woods is one in which Nature 
does most of the work is mistaken. My faith in Nature as a 
caretaker for wild flowers grows less daily. She heaps the 
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