"Oh now, now the white fury of the spring 
Whirls ot each door, and on each flowering 
plot— 
The peach, the cherry, the grave apricot." 
We hear continually the plaint from new¬ 
comers from other sections of the United States 
that, with our even climate and our devotion to 
evergreens, there is no definite marking of the 
seasons. This is a well merited criticism. How¬ 
ever, our well beloved Pasadena, boasting as she 
does a large percentage of beauty-conscious 
citizens, now is making a valiant effort to over¬ 
come this deficiency, and each succeeding spring 
will offer for our delight an increasing and more 
varied assortment of the flowering, deciduous 
trees and shrubs. 
What is more beautiful, more redolent of new 
life, than the bursting of the first buds on our 
flowering fruit trees to tell of spring's arrival? 
What more lovely sight than a peach tree in 
diaphanous white or pink against the morning 
clean and blue? 
Fortunately, few gardens are too small to ac¬ 
commodate at least one of these charmers, as 
they require but little room, and, by virtue of their 
naive simplicity, consort agreeably with almost 
any company. Their season of bloom continues 
uninterruptedly from January through May, if 
one will plant the varieties insuring a succession 
of bloom. 
