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and usually do it early in the morning while the 
dew is still on them. 
When these beautiful Shirley poppies have fin- 
ished blooming, Joseph intends to pull them up, and 
to plant in their places some of the late asters that 
are now growing in the seed-bed. In gardening, I 
notice, one has not only to do* the spring planting, 
but, after certain flowers have bloomed, they must 
be taken up, that their places may be filled with 
others. 
The rain played sad tricks with the cosmos, the 
golden glow and the hollyhocks. It may be that 
Joseph will be able to lift them up from the ground, 
where they now lie prostrate, and to tie them again 
to their stakes. I need not have had sO’ much fear 
about my rosarium. The bushes have stood the 
gale splendidly. And the heliotrope, although 
considerably flattened, is already beginning to raise 
itself, looking wonderfully fresh and sweet. 
In some way of its own, the wind must have 
taken hold of the climbing nasturtiums and torn, 
them down from the wall, while the other vines 
have been disturbed but little. Truly, the storm 
has shown originality, in leaving some things and 
destroying others. The prim phloxes appear as 
smiling as formerly, while one of our great spruces 
will probably die. 
On the whole, I thought it fortunate that not 
more damage had been done by the storm in the 
garden. I did not venture along the wood-border, 
