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House & Garden 
A Blue Garden Blooming in July 
(Continued from page 52) 
are here a reddish plum and there a 
purple, and then again almost a pale 
lavender. It was the same with the 
annual larkspurs. They were the sub¬ 
tlest color scheme of light rose lavender 
and airy lavender blue and rich deep 
blue that you can imagine. Even the 
little lobelias, that we usually think of 
as dark blue, a very ultramarine, were 
now dark blue and now light blue and 
then again even white. And the sage, 
which, for all the royal blue of its little 
open butterfly flowers really takes its 
effect from the lavender of its buds and 
undersides, looked quite grayed behind 
the heliotrope, whereas the anchusa and 
plumbago held valiantly to their own 
true blue. 
“But I don’t like plumbago,” my sis¬ 
ter is always saying, “because it always 
looks like a half-open or a half-closed 
flower.” 
“But,” I always answer in defense, 
“it’s invaluable where you need both 
bloom and shrub in mid-summer.” 
In that it is like the blue spiraea that 
blooms in September. And at Ken 
Klare the plumbago is like a low ground¬ 
covering shrub by the lily pool, abso¬ 
lutely delightful in the company of a 
few creeping roses. 
A perfect garden is curiously never a 
garden at perfection. It is always a 
thing of growth, of change. So in this 
July garden at Ken Klare there were 
some flowers that were tarrying, late¬ 
comers that were out-staying the rest 
of their kind, but not out-staying their 
welcome. That accounted for the Can¬ 
terbury Bells that were left. There 
were, too, a few iris, just here and there 
a belated Japanese iris, and it was much 
the same with some clear blue perennial 
larkspur that was so beautiful the gar¬ 
dener was letting it go to seed, and with 
the lupines that had been splendid in 
June. 
Late-stayers and early-comers are al¬ 
ways doubly welcome in a garden. In 
that a garden certainly differs from a 
drawing room! And at Ken Klare the 
blue funkias were among the unex¬ 
pected early arrivals. 
A garden grows, of course, out of the 
hearts of men, but, like the hearts of 
men, it’s not a rule-of-thumb affair. It 
has its own happy vagaries, and so you 
have only to plant a true blue garden 
as at Ken Klare to see the kind of thing 
a garden loves to do. It grows a true 
blue garden, to be sure, and none but 
its nearest and dearest will ever be the 
wiser. But if you get very close and 
near to it, you'll discover here and there 
a single cream lupine among the blue. 
Again, there will be a few white helio¬ 
trope that looked as though they had 
faded into that color for an excuse. In 
another spot, a few forget-me-nots will 
look as though they had turned a pale 
pink, and among the larkspurs, for all 
their varied blues, you’ll find a few 
flesh-colored ones. Delicate little touches 
with a charm of their own, you would 
call them! And only once at Ken Klare 
did the garden grow more daring and 
mischievous, and that was really no 
fault of its own—for how could it have 
suspected the claret gladiolus that had 
somehow stolen its way in among the 
larkspurs like a touch of genius in a 
painting? I pass it on to you—blue an¬ 
nual larkspur and claret gladiolus, and 
when the larkspurs have gone as many 
bellflowers to take their place! 
Then there was a new kind of pansy 
at Ken Klare—a pansy, I mean, that was 
new to me—a frilled pansy, called Sims, 
in blue and purple, but who ever heard 
of pansies being true to color! They 
couldn’t if they tried, except the violas 
at Hyde Park, London, that are always 
so plainly violet! Pansies get frolic¬ 
some in July, small and playful like 
Johnny-jumpers, and it’s rather refresh¬ 
ing to see them so after the luxurious¬ 
ness of their springtime bloom. Re¬ 
freshing and poignant, too! 
But I hope I have interested you, as 
Ken Klare did me, in a blue garden for 
July, especially as it’s the kind of gar¬ 
den, being chiefly of annuals, that 
doesn’t interfere with either the spring 
bulbs or the late fall perennials, and 
because it is the kind of garden that will 
be as perfect in a nook, made up of a 
single kind of flower, as it will be if 
you combine all the blue flowers into 
a great garden, into a marvel of their 
own cool and refreshing selves. I al¬ 
ways like things best when I know we 
all can have them if we will! 
Reviving the Wilted Flower 
(Continued from page 56) 
producing results quite as startling as 
many credited to it. 
From time to time during the past 
summer I experimented with various 
flowers to determine first-hand knowl¬ 
edge of the effect of this treatment I 
have described. Of a number of these 
experiments photographs were made, 
several of which are shown here. 
One morning in early June, at seven 
o’clock in the thirteenth of that month, 
to be exact, I pulled a handful of daisies 
and buttercups and with malice afore¬ 
thought laid them out to die on a rough 
board in the woodshed. They were 
soon entirely forgotten. Not until 
eleven o’clock the next forenoon, almost 
thirty hours later, did I remember the 
hateful thing I had done. How limp 
and woebegone I found them after the’r 
long fast! Still, I set about to see what 
might yet be done by way of resusci¬ 
tation. 
First I separated them into two parts 
and put the stems of each into a glass 
of water, as the picture shows. The 
stems of the buttercups were broken 
and bruised in so many places that I 
was morally certain nothing short of a 
miracle could possibly help them. Al¬ 
though I knew they were beyond all 
hope, I yet included them for the sake 
of the experiment. 
After the stems of the flowers in the 
glass to the left had been cut under wa¬ 
ter, the camera was trained upon both 
and a time exposure was made, using a 
very small aperture and color screen. 
The exposure was of five minutes’ dura¬ 
tion. The second picture was taken an 
hour and a half later. This second pic¬ 
ture speaks for itself. The daisies with 
stems properly cut are seen to be in 
perfect condition and as fresh as ever. 
Those with stems not cut have been 
very slowly recovering. I might add 
here that when returning to them at six 
o’clock I found the flowers in the tum¬ 
bler at the right also in good condition. 
When I came to develop the first 
plate, I was rather puzzled by the 
blurred condition of the flowers in the 
glass to the left. The explanation, of 
course, is that during the five minutes’ 
exposure these flowers had actually 
risen nearly an inch, so quickly did they 
respond to the treatment. No trace of 
movement is discoverable in the other 
group, however. 
Another day I was cutting peonies, a 
flower that shows signs of wilting in a 
very short time after being cut. Com¬ 
ing upon a bloom that had lost its first 
freshness I cut it and tossed it over onto 
the grass at the edge of the bed, where 
(Continued on page 64) 
