HOUSE AND GARDEN 
November, i 
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art'emisias. They were in 
exchange for Oriental pop¬ 
pies that I had raised from 
seed. That riot of bogus 
sunshine in front of them, 
the most frenzied sup¬ 
porter of the Rooseveltian 
baby-theories I ever saw, 
came two springs ago as 
California poppy seeds that 
had stowed themselves 
away among some violet 
roots. 
The thrifty, neat clove 
pinks that have taken the 
contract to border every 
border I shall ever possess, 
once upon a time scram¬ 
bled through the fence of a 
country cemetery and gad¬ 
ded gaily down the road to 
seek their fortune. Soon 
they met a Giant for whose 
seven bonny daughters I 
had just planned and started a flower garden. The Giant per¬ 
suaded the pinks to travel in his coat pockets, and half of them 
were brought to me as a thank offering, and half planted in the 
new garden to teach the seven daughters how to grow trim and 
fair and fragrant. 
The Hall’s honeysuckle vine on the trellis and my Frau Karl 
Druschki rose came as 
stems in a bouquet; the 
white clematis, Virgin’s 
Bower, came with those 
dogwoods and that Judas 
tree, their feet in a picnic 
lunch basket, their heads 
trailing ingloriously. The 
biggest spiraea,Van Houtei, 
was one of a carload of 
whips sold to the school 
children at five cents each, 
while the wild grape vine 
on the back porch, the ber¬ 
gamot so valuable for 
sweet green in bouquets, 
and the flowering spurge, 
almost equal to gypsophila 
for fine white flowers, 
came all at once from a 
parched and dusty high¬ 
way one sultry day in 
June!—because it was then 
or never. 
The wild plum trees that shade the swing in the corner came 
with the birds, 1 suppose, long ago; and the ribbon grass 
that creeps about their roots flagged my attention with its creamy 
pennons beside a tumble down bridge and a crumbling cottage 
wall just out of town. 
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The sweet rocket that hurries to complete her masterpiece of white and lav¬ 
ender uses the woodbine behind as a background 
Such queens of the garden as Madonna lilies and this bank of Shasta daisies do not come except in exchange for very hard cash, but for all their 
beauty, they haven’t the loving memories of some of the more modest ones 
