An Architect's Garden 
AFTER THE ICE STORM 
falls upon their surface in a gentle stream 
from the lips of a grape-crowned satyr, beside 
whose face a host of golden daffodils toss their 
heads in sprightly dance. In two of them 
the lotus thrives, putting up leaves two feet 
or more across. In due season come buds 
that remind us of the Nile, and soon open 
into stately flowers, pink and white, ending 
at last as seed vessels, reminiscent of japan. 
The other tubs are brilliant with the splendid 
flowers of the Nympha’a ,— white, scarlet, 
sulphur and blue,—from early summer till 
the coming of the first frosts. On the little 
islands between the tubs, the three Osmundas 
find congenial dampness, and even the marsh- 
marigold and the pitcher-plant do not refuse 
to blossom. Near by Iris pseudacoris throws 
up its yellow flowers in summer, and curls 
open its curious pods in autumn. The 
overflow from the tubs is arranged to feed 
the roots of a goodly bed of flags, where the 
sorts from Germany, Siberia and Japan give 
us a succession of great masses of blossom, 
the gayest in the whole garden. 
The tiny stream, scarcely an eighth of an 
inch in thickness, that enters the garden by 
THE WRECK OF THE RED CEDAR 
falling from the wine-skin into the upper 
pool has yet another duty; for below the 
iris bed is one of splendid rose-mallows, 
brought from Jersey marshes, and massed 
with low hydrangeas. For all of these the 
stream furnishes a welcome moisture before 
it sinks at last into the ground. 
The cautious are prone to ask whether it 
was wise to make what they consider so 
elaborate a garden on a piece of land that is 
not our own. The answer is not far to seek. 
The thought and labor spent in making it 
were good in themselves and their result has 
been, winter and summer, a never-ending 
pleasure. In the knowledge of garden design, 
gained in working out our problem, and in 
the knowledge of garden-craft that comes 
from planting and tending many kinds of 
growing things, we have already had more 
than an equivalent for our pains. 
Our good friends, by sending of their 
best, have helped to stock the garden ; but 
even better than the gifts of friends are the 
treasures brought home from many an all-day 
tramp in the woods or pleasant journey to 
the ever-fruitful Jersey. Bloodroot whitens 
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