THE OPENING DAY FOR ROSES ISl 
spireas. They are large shrubs, having flourished 
several years under Miss Wiseman’s care. For- 
tunately, the transplanting set them back but 
slightly. The name bridal-wreath, commonly 
given, is pretty for these shrubs, prettier far than 
the scientific one of spirea Van Houttei, It is, 
however, necessary to heed the scientific names of 
plants, since often many varieties of the same 
species are cultivated. Common and fanciful 
names, gardeners tell us, lead to confusion, while 
the use of scientific names saves one from misunder- 
standing. 
Joseph and I, therefore, are trying tO' fasten the 
scientific names of some shrubs and plants in our 
memories, along with a number of the special ex- 
pressions we hear used by our gardener friends. A 
few of these latter are “globular form,” “gross 
feeder,” “prolific bloomer,” “very showy, and 
rapid grower.” The last phrase, we notice, is an 
especial favourite. 
While I am writing, more roses in the fan are 
opening. I shall go and sit on the rustic seat and 
try tO' see if they move slowly or quickly in unclasp- 
ing their sepals and disclosing their soft, fresh 
petals. In the very heart of one there may be a 
worm. If so, I must seek him out and put him to 
destruction. Also there may be little green crawl- 
ers on the rose-leaves, which I must find some way 
of annihilating. Rose petals are much too sweet 
eating for worms. 
