Making A Bulb Garden 
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B ULBS — what are they? 
How shall we say, in common garden 
speech? For how much more than 
it can possibly convey, is so much less 
than the truth ! Even the vision of a seer 
and the utterance of a poet could barely 
do them justice — rough brown things, 
of the earth, earthy; yet veritable 
treasure caskets overflowing, coffers 
wherein reposes the essence of things 
created. Pallor of moon, shimmer of rain- 
bow, glint of gold and flame, and stead- 
fast blue of heaven — these, and how 
much more, each lifts and unfolds 
under the invisible caresses that reach 
down where they wait, in the silent dark- 
ness below. And then, as if this lavish 
prodigality of beauty were not enough, 
