Stray Leaves from a Border Garden 
an old bridge where, in the low copsewood on the damp 
banks, Daffodils flourished so freely and beautifully. Close 
by I remember was a quaint little red-brick Baptist chapel, 
built over the stream, so that the humble worshippers could 
conveniently carry out their rite of immersion. From yet 
another friend in Devon I got Daylilies (. Hemerocallis ), a 
souvenir of as pretty a garden as one would wish to see : 
an old quarry turned by cunning direction of Nature’s 
hand, not by forcing it, into a lovely natural-looking collec- 
tion of flowers at all seasons ; Tulips and Narcissi in the 
grassy banks, and Daylilies with their orange flags making 
dull corners beautiful with their unchecked luxuriance. 
Then from France I have the big grey-eyed Periwinkle of 
Provence, and Anemones, which I hope will condescend to 
grow in this cold and damp northern clime. So will each 
flower bring its souvenir. 
There is a charming peculiarity about the begging of 
gardeners. You know that the recipient does not leave the 
giver the poorer for his generosity ; on the contrary, there 
are very few plants that are not the better for being relieved 
of their offspring. So I have no scruple in being a Border 
raider. 
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