THE LAST MAY DAYS 
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they are not so dependent on manure as garden 
flowers make me in a way partial to them. A 
little leaf-mould stirred in about their base is all 
they require while being transplanted. 
Over at Nestly Heights, Joseph and I have no- 
ticed that no attention is paid to wild-flower gar- 
dening, and very little even to hardy garden flow- 
ers. The gardeners there like what they call 
bedding-out plants, interspersed with palms and 
ferns which have a sub-tropical air, and which have 
been kept over the winter in a glass house built 
especially for them. Early this spring Nestly 
Heights had a wonderful show of large, green 
plants and many intertwining beds of pansies and 
cyclamen. Some of the pansy beds'^ were all yel- 
low, others were all purple. Many of the cyclamen 
were solidly white, and again there were hundreds 
of clear magenta. These beds of cyclamen were 
nearly all bordered with a stiff-looking little plant, 
which reminded me of the old-fashioned hen-and- 
chickens. Whenever a leaf turned yellow or one 
of the plants became sickly, it was taken out by 
a gardener and another was set in its place. The 
supply of them seemed to be inexhaustible. And 
truly they were planted in a way to give the grounds 
a royal appearance. 
Gladioli, cannas and dahlias, so-called bedding- 
out plants, are very popular and appear now in 
many gardens. This year Joseph and I have none 
of them. We hear that their roots have to be 
