The Garden 
that We Made 
The Little Ones would have a 
Rockery in their Garden. 
Children must, of course, 
imitate the grown - ups. 
H ence our children would 
have a rockery in their 
garden. They got the earth 
mound ready, just as we had 
done, and then they began 
to carry stones and pebbles 
from the beach. 1 hey had to get a horse and cart to on a seat beside the 
help them in their labours, for there is a steep hill from the 
beach to Sofiero. 
In the end, there were several smaller rockeries — for 
each would have their own. They thought baby brother- 
seven months old — ought to have a rockery, too. So big six- 
year-old sister undertook to take charge of baby’s rockery 
until the time when he would be able to see to it himself. 
The different rockeries were each treated in a different 
manner. Once, on a hot day, I saw that the one belonging 
to one of the boys was altogether re-arranged. The soil 
was being dug up afresh, and in the meantime all the plants 
were on the path, carefully covered with a newspaper ! 
There they lay for several days. But in spite of this 
somewhat drastic treatment, the plants took root once more, 
and his rockery was the prettiest one after all — another 
proof that plants thrive when the owner loves them. 
These rockeries display a bit of everything. Stonecrops 
with pink, white, and yellow llowers ; loosestrife in great 
quantities, both the tiny yellow kind (official name, 
Numnularia , but commonly known as creeping Jenny), 
and the taller one. There are ferns creeping out from the 
crevices. There is the annual many-coloured portulaca, 
begonias, asters, and any gay-coloured llowers they can get 
from the greenhouse, for the children ask the gardener for 
any left-over ones. And there are even shrubs such as 
azalea and spirtea, side by side with thistles, wild daisies, 
and the flower that in English has the pretty name of 
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