House and Garden 
home. The house, with its red-tiled roof, its wide 
and extensive verandas, its picture-like windows 
and succession of Moorish arches, surmounts the 
hill, and reaching away from it in several terraces 
and sloping gently to the avenue on the east, and 
to the Arroyo to the west, is the garden, truly a 
modern Hesperides, and one to delight the eye of 
garden lovers of all degrees and tastes. Its strong 
feature is its variety. You may rest the eye on 
portions that are in strict alignment, while beyond 
in the opening, flowers run not of their own will. 
1 see nodding over the fence, formed of countless 
roses, the Eastern golden rod, in tints of burnished 
gold, ten feet high, here a giant, and in vivid con¬ 
trast clumps of South American pampas grass, 
cream-like and beautiful. 
In the south series of terraces are flowers and 
plants from almost every land; splendid masses of 
rare cannas in tints of gold, yellow and vermilion, 
and all the minor plants, seen in hothouses in the 
East. Near the porte-cochere are beds of the large 
California violet and all known varieties. Here a 
second fence protects the drive and is made of the 
sweet pea, back of which is the rose garden; not the 
seasonal garden of the East, but a perennial one 
in which roses bloom the year around and where 
the choicest varieties can be found. 
Perhaps the feature that would make the strongest 
impression upon the stranger who might stroll 
through the “Sunnycrest” garden in winter, would 
be the variety of plants; forms which represent 
almost every clime. On the lawn are two fine 
specimens of Sequoia gigantea , five hundred miles 
from their home in the Sierra Nevada, where the 
only grove of this tree in the world is to be seen. 
I hese two trees attract immediate attention. Their 
trunks are sturdy, pillar-like, the tree having a 
pyramidal shape suggestive of great age and the 
power to resist the elements. Near-by is the red¬ 
wood, Sequoia sempervirens , which forms the great 
forests of the Coast Range, and with it are firs, 
pines, larches, and cedars, from many different 
localities. 
Beautiful in its mathematical precision is the 
Norfolk Island Pine of the South Pacific, the whirls 
of branches being thrown out at certain distances, 
the tree ornamental in every way. Not a stone’s 
throw away is an English holly with its bright 
berries; graceful trees from the Nile, the famous 
thorn tree from Palestine, in fact, almost every 
known land is represented by trees, from the euca¬ 
lyptus of Australia to the Indian bamboo, and from 
the cork of South America to the pine of Norway. 
Reaching down to the avenue are orange trees of 
many varieties: the Washington navel, seedling, 
the pomelo, lemon, lime and Japanese oranges 
or cumquats, and the thin-skinned oranges from 
Tangier. Here are walnuts, pecans, chestnuts from 
Italy, figs from Smyrna, loquats from Japan, 
Chinese nuts; trees that hail from Africa and the 
Nile, and everywhere palms of great beauty, ranging 
from the giant fan palm of the American desert to 
the date from Cairo, and many more famed for 
their grace and beauty. 
The palms of “Sunnycrest” give it an essentially 
tropical appearance, which the big South American 
and Abyssinian banana trees, the dragoon palm 
or yuccas intensify, yet but a few feet distant are 
American apples, pears, cherry trees; in fact, were 
it possible for trees of all climes to meet in con¬ 
vention, the assemblage on this hill would well 
represent it. 
Near the large trees are numerous small plants of 
variety and beauty, huge African lilies, the great 
wild tiger lilies of the Sierra Madre, wild shrubs 
of various kinds, century plants, some in bloom, 
with gigantic spikes twenty or more feet in air, rows 
of yuccas or Spanish bayonets, which bloom in the 
summer and dot the Sierra Madre with their pure 
white clusters which fill the air with perfume. 
Leaving the front lawn, which is of Lepia, a new 
lawn plant, the stroller enters the front of the terraces, 
along which the pathway extends, environed by 
myrtle, honeysuckle, ivy, and flowering plants, 
which shut out the house and grounds, rare roses, 
scores of flowering shrubs, azaleas, masses of deli¬ 
cate ferns from Hawaii, China, Japan and the 
Orient, massed with giant brakes from the Cali¬ 
fornia Sierras, but from which rise graceful palms, 
which find congenial surroundings in Southern 
California. 
There is a constant change with which to regale 
the eye and other senses, and everywhere roses, for 
this is, par excellence, the land of roses, from the 
huge Paul Neyron to the delicate and diminutive 
forms, and from these of delicate tint to the blazing 
splendors of the Gold of Ophir which covers trees, 
and forms literal bowers of color; indeed, the north 
line of “Sunnycrest” is a fence of red roses that 
alone in almost any land would create a sensation. 
Climbing to the next terrace the eye rests upon 
masses of white and red oleanders, azaleas, clumps 
of brakes and rare roses, forming a maze of fragrant 
verdure from which rise sago and other palms, 
whose leaves rustle musically in the soft wind, 
while from the adjacent pines of Oregon comes 
music of another kind—the laughing of the wind 
through the needles, the moaning of the distant sea. 
All the world seems to have brought tribute to 
“Sunnycrest” in fruits and flowers, and in the 
center at the summit, above the last floral terrace, 
staged between great trees—pines, eucalyptus and 
acacias,—stands the house with its spacious verandas 
on two sides, large wide out-door rooms, after the 
agreeable fashion of the country, suggestive of the 
genial hospitality of the home. From here one 
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