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grow over the archways 
and along the trellis on 
account of its graceful 
habit of growth and the 
beauty and profusion of 
its clusters of pink flow¬ 
ers. Over the wall 
hangs American Pillar, 
the hardiest of Climb¬ 
ers as well as one of the 
most beautiful, next to 
Silver Moon with its ex¬ 
quisite waxy blossoms, 
while beyond are the 
lovely Dr. Van Fleet 
and Gardenia. A cer¬ 
tain number of shoots 
are carefully tied in 
place from pillar to pil¬ 
lar while many others 
fling themselves in 
happy abandonment 
over the face of the 
rough stone wall below. 
A hedge of Spiraea 
Vanhouttei encloses the 
garden on the south 
side. On the garden 
side this hedge is kept 
closely clipped to make 
room for the flowers. 
Notice the difference in 
growth between the 
hedge and the same 
Spiraea by the terrace 
where it has been al¬ 
lowed to spread at will. 
THE TINY SUNKEN GARDEN 
Bright with Daffodils and Apple bloom. (See page 280 for detailed plan and planting) 
When 1 think of this 
little hillside garden, 
tucked away in a corner 
that measures 84 feet 
on three sides and but 
50 feet on the fourth, I 
am filled with wonder at 
the many folk, who, like 
the travelling salesman 
writing in your June 
number, “ love country 
life, beautiful gardens, 
and artistic surround¬ 
ings,” but who never 
have realized that 
these things are well 
within reach. Emerson 
says: 
“If I could put my words 
in song 
And tell what’s there en¬ 
joyed 
All men would to my gar¬ 
den throng 
And leave the city void.” 
So all garden lovers 
are persuaded that, 
given the imagination 
and a bit of land to go 
with it, any one with 
pluck and perseverance 
can create an atmos¬ 
phere of beauty out of 
the external circum¬ 
stances immediately 
about them. 
“SO PLAN YOUR GARDEN!” 
C OME not too suddenly upon vast grace, 
But let there be a simply bordered path 
That briefly ends 
At some translucent pool, 
Upon whose sky-blue breast 
Deep pink and yellow lilies float. 
Come not too suddenly upon vast space, 
But let a frame of slender poplars hold 
The silver of the distant-winding stream 
Threading through newly greening fields. 
Come not too suddenly upon perfumes 
So sweet they cloy the evening air, 
But let the soft sod so beguile your feet 
That lingeringly you go to breathe 
Of sweetbriar after rain. 
So—plan your garden that it holds 
Only such space and things 
That make for gracious comradship. 
SARAH MITCHELL N E11 .SON 
