Show Old Fashioned > New England Front Yarls f There are few of as who cannot remember a frontyard garden which seemed to us a very parariisa in childhood child-hood It wan like a miracle when the ylelow and white dame came into blqpm in the spring and there WR a time when the tigerlilies and the taller rosebushes were taller tan we were and we could not look oe their beads as we do now There were always a good many ladyade lighte that grew under the bushed and came up adywhere in the chinKs of the walk or the door step and there was a little green sprig called ambrosia that wan a famous stray away Outeide the fence one wa not unlikely to see a company of French pinks which were forbidden standingroom inside as if they were tiresome poor relations of the other I flowers I always felt a sympathy I for French pinks they have a fresh sweet look as if they resigned themselves them-selves to their lot in life and made the best of it and remembered that they bad the sunshine and rain and could bee what was going on in the world if they were outlaws I like to remember being sent on errands and being asked to wait while the mistress of the boas I picked some flowers to send back to my mother They were almost always prim flat boquete in those days the larger flowers were picked first and stood at the back and looked over the heads of those that were shorter of stem and stature and the givers always sent a meseage that they hsd not shopped to arrange them I remember that I had even then a great dislike to lemon verbena ver-bena and that I would have waited patiently out side a gate all the afternoon after-noon if I knew that some one would kindly give me a eprig of lavender in the evening And lilies dh not seem to be overdressed but it was easy for me to believe that Solomon in nIl his glory was not arrayed like a great yellow marigold or even the dear little single ones that were yellow and I i brown and bloomed until the snow came November Atlantic I |