TReccipt for a (Sarfcen 
Take the rim of as much of the world as you can see and use it 
for the bowl in which you make your garden. Sky-line, hills, low- 
lands, trees near and far, roofs of houses are the bowl. In its center 
is — your garden! 
Make an island of color that glows and vibrates and dashes up 
against the sides of your bowl, threatening to overleap its barrier and 
escape into the sky with the butterflies. 
Make in the midst of the color a still place that reflects all things 
— sky, trees and glow — but hides its own secret: a dark cool plash of 
water that can be heard in the night. 
Give each flower a place most becoming to its beauty and consider 
its tastes when you choose its companions. So that you, for whose 
pleasure they grow, may enjoy the flowers, make paths through the 
glowing groups, and to learn the art of paths study the Persian rugs 
patient artists have made in the Far East, centuries before you were 
born. 
Every day walk around the rim of your island of color. It must 
be beautiful looking in as well as beautiful looking out. 
If it fills your bowl it will fill no other. 
Sarah Lowrie. 
£rees ant) the public 
Trees form the background of civilization. The village without 
trees is bold and barefaced, flaunting its imperfections in the eyes of 
the world. The village with trees is retiring and modest, screening its 
imperfections until they are overcome. No street is beautiful, no avenue 
inspiring, in an aesthetic sense, without trees. 
The importance of trees along our streets and driveways has long 
been realized, and parks have been well planted and their trees given 
adequate protection for many years. 
But growing, as city trees do, under new conditions, they require 
far more attention than trees en masse that form an unbroken canopy 
as is the condition in the forest. During recent years the public has 
begun to appreciate the fact that park and street trees need more than 
ordinary care to make them develop into large, symmetrical, impressive 
specimens, the crowning glory, the pride of the community. 
This realization is shown in the hosts of "tree doctors" and "tree 
surgeons" that have appeared within recent years, whose special func- 
tion is to scrape, prune, spray and feed not only the park and street 
trees, but those that surround your houses and are your special pride 
and attention. You are willing to pour out money to save your trees. 
Without an experienced arborculturist as a city or village official, how- 
ever, you are forced to turn for help to the traveling "tree doctor" and 
pay him liberally for his services, often, however, with indifferent and 
