In and out of Florence; a new introduction to a well-known city . d plants. From this terracecourt an angled little stone stair leads down to thelower garden. Or one may come to It from theterrace by a gently-dropping path from the westwall. Down here is the real garden; here is where thingsgrow in masses; where the roses are in low hedgesalong the paths; that is, if these hedges are not tallirises or climbing sweet peas. It Is an olive planta-tion, a pear and fig and peach and apple orchard, agrass plot spotted with red poppies, a group ofrose and passion flower and locust bowers, and akitche
In and out of Florence; a new introduction to a well-known city . d plants. From this terracecourt an angled little stone stair leads down to thelower garden. Or one may come to It from theterrace by a gently-dropping path from the westwall. Down here is the real garden; here is where thingsgrow in masses; where the roses are in low hedgesalong the paths; that is, if these hedges are not tallirises or climbing sweet peas. It Is an olive planta-tion, a pear and fig and peach and apple orchard, agrass plot spotted with red poppies, a group ofrose and passion flower and locust bowers, and akitchen-garden of potatoes, asparagus, artichokes,tomatoes, and beans. It is a tangle of shrubbery, andan officinal garden of rosemary, lavender, and with all this it seems to be, in May, wholly agarden of irises; of pale-blue ones mostly, but alsoof white ones and indigo ones and black-spotted 56 Our Garden bronzy ones; everywhere just Irises by untold hun-dreds. It is, in fact, a revelation of how much andvarious a garden of one acre can be; a tiny lot of. An angled stone stair leads down to the lower garden. ground made wonderful by the co-partnership of thewit and industry of man with the generosity ofNature. There is a special pleasure in the unpremeditation Our Garden 57 of paths, and in the astonishing juxtaposition of pota-toes and irises or artichokes and lilacs. These happyvictories of chance appeal to ones instinct of vaga-bondia and ones spirit of democracy. Why shouldnot the lily and the onion be friends at elbows? Theyare of the same family! Far away at the very lower end of the garden,which isnt really far at all, there is the other bound-ing, retaining wall rising high out of the olive grovebelow. In the ar-bor along this wallthat is covered withrose, passion vine,and acacia and bor-dered by larches andarbor vitas, we some-times have tea, orlie on spread mat-tings to read anddoze. From herewe can look out in-timately into the po-dere that stretchesacross and
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