Correspondence 
(extract of letter from Miss Mona Robinson) 
"You may be interested to know that about the 10th of 
December, 1919, I had some Tulip bulbs planted (good bulbs 
reduced in price because of the lateness of the season) and as 
I happen to have a very ignorant gardener, he set them no 
less than 14 inches deep. One would have supposed that they 
could not have forced their way to the surface, but rather to 
my surprise, they bore magnificent flowers. Many of my 
neighbors' Tulips failed utterly, owing it was thought, to the 
unusuall}^ severe winter. I therefore conclude that these bulbs 
can be planted very late provided they are planted deep, and 
that the reason for this is that they are thus enabled to keep 
on making strong roots in unfrozen soil after the surface of 
the ground has become very hard. 
(extract of letter from Mrs. Harold Pratt) ' 
"Our Tulip Tree grows on a side hill near the entrance 
drive, with a boggy woodland and gay little brook at the foot 
of the slope. We have cleared away the Locust Trees which 
partially obscured it so that it now rises toward the sky alone. 
We are told there is no specimen in this vicinity growing on a 
single trunk which surpasses it in size and perfection of form. 
It stands approximately 180 feet high, has a spread of 70 feet 
and is 17 feet in circumference three feet from the ground. 
(Will not other Club members with beauitiful and rare trees send in 
just this sort of memoranda about them?) 
(extract of letter from Santa Barbara) 
"I am not sure about the subject of Petunia-breeding. 
There was quite a discussion about it at a meeting at Mrs. 
Thornes.' It was a very well worth while program, and the 
whole meeting was an 'arrangement of fortuitous circumstance' 
— not so much a meeting as a state of mind ! Picture a perfect 
day after weeks of fog. Blue sky, blue furnishings, blue 
flowers with enough yellow to gild the edges of color like a 
halo. A quaint Spanish house, an always charming hostess in 
a sky-blue gown; a blue and gold garden dropping away in 
terraces ; a succession of blue tiled pools, which seemed to 
reflect the blue ocean in the distance." 
(extract of letter from Mrs. Bellamy) 
"The only picture I have of my beloved Columbine, 
aquilegia coerulea, for whose existence I am fighting so hard, 
is a little sketch on our 'stuffers' for envelopes, but it gives 
little idea of the delicacy. Imagine it with its exquisite blue- 
lavender color, its great size and its reseda-green foliage — and 
you will understand my absorption. I am now planting its 
seeds everywhere." 
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