14^ THE COMEDY OF THE GARDEN 
known farmers who had a greater dread of 
morning-glories than of dandelions. They are 
vines that resow themselves, and if you fail to keep 
an eye on them they might even choke your ram- 
bler rose near by, or your clematis paniculata.” 
“But they are so beautiful,” I said. 
“Weeds!” Miss Wiseman replied, and I felt 
that for her the matter was ended. 
Afterwards, Joseph and I put our heads together 
and decided that we would certainly keep our eyes 
open enough to prevent the morning-glories from 
choking anything at the Six Spruces ; and that next 
year we would sow quantities of them in a vacant 
pasture back of the barn. There they may grow 
as much and as fast as they please. Nothing will 
be near enough for them to choke, except other 
weeds which are ugly. A field completely filled 
with morning-glory weeds would be, I think, most 
lovely. Indeed, those that we have this first season 
of our gardening have helped wonderfully to fill 
up the bare places. 
I do not like bare earth showing in a garden. 
In most cases I think plants should be set closely 
enough together to hide it from view. Sometimes 
this is a wise arrangement, because they also hold 
moisture better than when the sun is allowed to play 
around them, touching and baking the soil at their 
base. 
One garden in Nestly Joseph and I dislike es- 
pecially. It is about the size of our triangle. 
