THE MIXED BORDER 
is something singularly restful about a garden 
of this description. The cool shadows and 
high lights through the trees, and the misty 
pool, with waving fronds of fern, seen through 
an old wrought-iron gate in the distance, have 
much charm. 
One may take as a striking contrast the 
borders in a Scotch garden. Here in clear 
brilliant air, and with every inducement to 
flower profusely, is seen a broad walk of turf 
running up a steep slope backed with yew 
hedges cut into rounded arches, through which 
one peeps into other parts of the garden. 
And although there is nothing glaring, it is 
all a perfect riot of colour to which no photo- 
graph does any justice, partly owing to the 
fact that all reds and orange and some yellows 
are black in photography. No gardens are 
so brilliant anywhere as the Scotch gardens, 
probably because all the early summer flowers 
come out at the same time as the later ones, 
owing to climatic causes. The annuals are 
so intense and beautiful- — viscarias in azure 
blue, crimson, and white ; eschscholzia in 
orange and rose ; brachycome mauve, gilia 
and alonsoas scarlet, all seeming more vivid 
than further south. 
Middle-distance plants should be anything 
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