down in the shade and really enjoy the beauty of the plants she has 
succeeded in rearing. 
[The Editor regrets that the foregoing wise and sensible article has 
no signature, so credit cannot be given where it is due.] 
The Stay-at-Home 
Xo voices can call me to Candahar. 
Rangoon, nor the Pink Arabian Sea ! 
The magical syllables, Malabar, 
Sing no Lorelei song to me ! 
Why should I long for an Arden tree? 
Carcassonne never was one of my aims. 
I have my own little Arcady, — 
The flowers in my garden have lovely names ! 
Others may journey to Miramar, 
Samoa, Ispahan, Muscovy. 
I find it pleasanter here by far, 
Where primulas grow, and anemone ! 
Fennell, angelica, rosemary, 
Bergamot (burning like scarlet flames), 
Pale veronica (sought by the bee), 
The flowers in my garden have lovely names ! 
For I was born neath a gardening star, 
When the daffodils danced in their April glee. 
Maple-trees blazed like the cinnabar 
While I studied my flowery A-B-C. 
"A is Armeria — Balsam is B — " 
I learned from old Nature, the best of dames, 
Down to "V for Valerian, Zinnia — Z." 
The flowers in my garden have lovely names! 
Envoi 
So voyage, oh people, whoever you be, 
From Far Lochaber to Calgary, 
This stay-at-home person wont join your games — 
The flowers in her garden have lovely names. 
Anne FJjgginson Spicer, 
Garden Club of Illinois. 
