. The happy garden . , who was filled with a passionate scientificcuriosity. He wanted to know how the creatureworked, and what became of its head and legs, andhe was always turning it over on its back. Oneday it disappeared, and was found some weekslater on its back, dead, with head and legs hanginglimp ! It was to avert any such tragedy with thepresent tortoise, who arouses just the same senti-ments in Luath, that the long string was cat plays with the string, and Luath followsthe tortoise round the garden, barking in protestwhen it walks too far. It lives in the sunk garden,and
. The happy garden . , who was filled with a passionate scientificcuriosity. He wanted to know how the creatureworked, and what became of its head and legs, andhe was always turning it over on its back. Oneday it disappeared, and was found some weekslater on its back, dead, with head and legs hanginglimp ! It was to avert any such tragedy with thepresent tortoise, who arouses just the same senti-ments in Luath, that the long string was cat plays with the string, and Luath followsthe tortoise round the garden, barking in protestwhen it walks too far. It lives in the sunk garden,and is visited night and morning by the dogs—a silent, solitary existence, but I like to think itis happy, and certainly it is energetic enough. Seen from the back the tortoise is like an oldwoman in a poke-bonnet and a jet-beaded cape;one of those old ladies who have long since ceasedto be women to become bundles of clothes. Along the top of the garden grow a line ofroses, on chains and pillars—Crimson Ramblers, 68. LUATH LOVES TO DRINK AT THE BIRD BATH The Orchard Dorothy Perkins, Lady Gay, Carmine Pillar andRubens—-a glorious splash of colour against thegreen and grey and purple haze of the peep of them can always be seen from the tablein the orchard. Under the fruit trees in thespring there is always colour and blossom. Crocusesbegin the dance, and when they are weary it istaken up by anemones, muscari, daffodils and nar-cissi, and cottage tulips of every colour are planted in masses; one or two treeshave only the deep blue muscari and blue anemones,and they are almost the most satisfying. Later onin May, a brave troop of Darwin tulips marchesdown by the rose hedge and the privet hedge tothe shrine of the Madonna of the orchard. It isthe overture to the symphony, leading to thepastoral of the blossoms. Nothing is needed butyoung lambs to skip under the trees. Failing lambs,we tried kittens, but their mother, the black kitchencat, objected, and haul
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