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The Garden Magazine, May, 1923 
“THE BLUE AND THE GRAY 
healthy forty-foot tree testifies its faith in her 
methods. Besides the original Pear, there are 
Maples and a Horse-chestnut of fine growth and 
beauty; fruit trees and Grape-vines (some of 
them grown from slips brought by friends from 
Italy), while Cedars, Hemlocks, and other ever¬ 
greens have responded to transplanting with great 
success. 
As with all wild-flower gardeners, Mrs. Picken- 
bach’s heart is in the woods; she has never removed 
a whole clump of any flower when transplanting, 
but has solicitously left the natural plants still 
able to bear up in their plucky struggle for exist¬ 
ence against their natural enemies, of which man, 
in the ubiquitous automobile, tearing up Laurels 
and Columbines and Cardinal-flowers for a mo¬ 
ment of passing beauty is by all odds the most 
damaging. She never removes plants from the 
roadside, where their adornment is free to all, and 
especially to those who cannot get into the deep 
woods. Best of all, what she takes, she but 
carries from one home to another where even 
the Ferns seed themselves over and over again. 
This is true husbandry, and no wonder the Picken- 
bach garden is worth a pilgrimage. 
[The accompanying Jive photographs , on pages 179 , 180, and 182 , 
by courtesy of the Newark-Evening News.} 
CHIEFLY PINK AND WHITE 
Against a background of Grape leaves gleam the white 
bloom of Phlox Mrs. Jenkins and Miss Lingard, and the 
pink Elizabeth Campbell; Giant Mallows, Hollyhocks 
(both pink and white), Loosestrife (Lysimachia cleth- 
roides) and Alleghany Fringe complete the picture 
Instead of discarding the stones as useless Mrs. Pickenbach cleverly played 
them up as the feature of this particular bit of garden composition, planted 
entirely in blue and white with some harmonizing gray-foliaged herbs 
The heaviest expense—so Mr. and Mrs. Harry E. Picken¬ 
bach, owners and creators of this lovely garden, report—was the 
labor employed during the first two years to clear the ground, 
make stone paths, etc. After this it was rocks and soil and hard 
work, which became easier each month as the garden began to 
show results; and, fortunately, the ground was rich in rocks. 
Although fertiliser was used liberally at first, the soil is now al¬ 
most entirely of home manufacture, a rich compost now being 
made in an out-of-the-way corner from grass, leaves, weeds, and 
other organic material buried under lime. 
Endless excursions to the woods have followed on the making 
of the garden, but as Mr. Pickenbach places wild flower hunting 
many degrees above golf, tennis, or any other known form of 
sport, this has not been considered a hardship. 
The garden all started round an ancient Pear tree, and has 
grown circle by circle and plot by plot, till it now boasts a pool, 
bird-bath and fountain, rockeries, an Iris garden in the form of a 
cross, a cutting garden, and gem of the whole—the “sylvan 
grove’’ of some 63 by 27 feet—where the many species of wild 
flowers grow. The accidents, as in all gardens, are most inter¬ 
esting of all. Thus, a Water-lily which was placed near the pool 
with the greatest care, perished; but on the spot some uninvited 
Cat-tails now tower picturesquely. 
As an illustration of what a wildling may do when freed from 
the struggle for existence it often has in its natural habitat, a 
Snakeroot, which usually has only three or four blooms, has 
after two years in this garden produced, last season, twenty-six 
blooms! 
Contrary to all the precepts, Mrs. Pickenbach planted an 
eight-foot Birch on the third of July, six years ago, and now a 
