I ntroduction 
SEVENTH EDITION • SECOND ISSUE • SEASON 1922 
EREIN is continued the story of a garden, the first chapter of 
which was printed fourteen years ago in the first edition of 
this book. The story really began many years before with the 
boy’s garden in central Iowa, from which has evolved the 
great fields of bloom at Wyomissing and the new garden which 
I call my “Dream Garden.” 
I can look back through the years and see again that great Nature 
Garden, the never-to-be-forgotten prairie, an endless sea of waving green 
reflecting the changing colors of myriads of wild flowers. I can hear the glad 
notes of the bobolink tinkling down out of the noonday sky, and the red¬ 
winged blackbirds scolding among the rushes. I seem to stand again on the 
summit of the mysterious solitary pyramid that rose up in the midst of the 
level plain, and from its height today, as then, I look out over my universe 
and wonder what the future will bring to me beyond the circle of its horizon. 
Dear old prairie days, how I revere you! Source and inspiration of my 
love for the beautiful, and my first garden, which has evolved into great 
fields of beautiful Irises, glorious Peonies, and fragrant Lilacs in beautiful 
Wyomissing, surrounded by its wooded mountains. 
I sometimes wonder if there is a more beautiful country than Pennsyl¬ 
vania, or if in Pennsylvania there is a place more beautiful than this spot. 
Bayard Taylor, after traveling the world over, has said, as he looked from 
the summit of Mt. Penn, that there is not. 
Here, in a space of several acres set apart along the banks of the lovely 
Wyomissing stream, where the meadow is framed in by the woodland, I 
have begun my “Dream Garden.” There are springs clear as crystal, a 
little pond furnishing ideal conditions for a water-garden, and 
A noise like as of a hidden brook 
In the leafy month of June, 
That to the sleeping woods 
All night singeth a quiet tune.— Coleridge 
The name “Dream Garden” is appropriate, for it will be many years 
before it is fully developed, but the dream is gradually coming true. The 
Copyright , 1920 , by Bertrand H. Farr 
