House and Garden 
A WEATHER-BOARDED GABLE 
two old hawthorns, a pink and a white ; and 
below this a rank growth of weeds seemed to 
indicate that the richer soil of a garden had 
once been here. No one who has a mere 
summer home can do more than make a pre¬ 
tense at having a garden and keeping it in 
proper order; but it is a keen pleasure to 
work on it, even if it must be left to others, 
or to itself, for six or seven months. In its 
present condition it is therefore by no means 
a model, but is at all events 
more kempt and cared for 
than when it was taken in 
hand. The upper terrace has 
been regraded and still the 
pink hawthorn fills the spring 
air with its rather overpower¬ 
ing odor, but the white one 
has been choked by a raised 
grade. The second terrace is 
once more a garden — the 
rank weeds still grow there— 
but there are flowers too. In 
August the roses are few 
but the phlox is magnificent. 
Still another terrace has been 
made below this, and it has 
been suggested to have bowls 
here. I have no good garden 
roller, and the madame says 
THE INFORMAL PLAN 
the balls would imagine they were running 
hurdle races rather than rolling on a bowling 
green: all the more skill then to make them 
land near the jack. The first few years I 
tried a kitchen-garden near the barn, on nearly 
an acre of ground. Two men could never 
keep it in order. Sometimes we had peas 
and beans by the bushel which no one wanted 
to buy, and at other times we had nothing. 
Cauliflowers seemed to have forgotten their 
business and would insist on producing leaves, 
and brussel sprouts wouldn’t make nice little 
buttons, but produced young cabbages in¬ 
stead. 
So the kitchen-garden was reduced in size 
and moved down near the house, where it is 
at all events more tidy and more handy, even 
THE BARNS OF THE FARMHOUSE 
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