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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXX, Issue 21640, 4 November 1933, Page 4 (Supplement)

Dear Garden-Lovers, —All my little sweetpea folk are eagerly grasping the little rustic fence by our garden, and drawing themselves up, up, up, until they can see the world from high. My poppies are very big plants now, 'and soon 1 shall be seeing their pretty little flowers waving to me across the garden. Also I have some flowers white, purple and red, and what do you think they are> Why. cosmos! Aren't they early.? 1 also have a very strange little plant in my garden. 1 am not sure that you would like it. It grows very slowly, has funny crinkly leaves and is called a castor-oil plant. I have also in my garden some very special little plant folk; they are sweet Williams, and some with rather thin leaves, they look rather like grass and have a pretty blue flower; their name is heliophilla. We have one fruit tree in our garden which is rather an unusual tree. It is a peach tree and is growing under my window. It is a self-sown tree and grew and grew from a tfny little stripling into its present size. We had been told that a selfsown tiee, unless grafted, would rarely bear fruit. This must be one of the rare ones, for when it was only about one and a-half to two years old it bore the most delicious fruit—few, but good. This year we watch with satisfaction its many babies in its arms and wait in anticipation. Some ferns in my little pergola which I thought dead are showing tiny shoots. I must away now, for the ducklings merrily feast on the cabbages!—lris Reeves, Green Bay, c.o. New Lynn Post Office (age 16).

A LOVELY GARDEN Dear Garden-Lovers,—As I have read many beautiful and interesting accounts of your gardens, it is only fair now for me to tell you something of ours. What was my garden last year is now a complete blue sea of forget-me-nots and wild hyacinths. eßehind it is a trellis covered with big pink roses which makes it look very attractive. The rest of the garden is a veritable sea of colour. Bordering either side of the footpath are rows of sweetly-scented pinks. In the early morning and evening the perfume Is most fragrant. In one of the borders are hollyhocks and double daisies • planted alternately. The other border is mixed with stock, nemesias, calceolaria, asters and hosts of others. On the lawn is a round bed of iceland poppies and viscaria, with my Birthday Page rose bush in the centre. It will be flowering soon. An oblong b?d between two large lace-barks 1 think particularly pretty. In the middle is a flowering currant bush that was lovely a few weeks ago with its festoons of tiny pink 'flowers. About it are alonsaas, carnations, and a border of pansies —pure milky white, bright yellow and beautiful shades of blue. Another bed has young stock plants-with a border of double daisies: another has stock and primula malacoides now flowering, and yet another has phlox, and my favourite flower, delphiniums. On the end of one of the mixed beds is a pink borenia bush, which is simply covered with flowers. In several places poppies are flaunting their scarlet heads from a, tangle of bis. spreading leaves. The rimu and rewarewa I planted as Birthday Trees died, so 1 have taker, two lanrewoods, planted at the satne tir.-.e, as mine, and my peach tree has beer* to Nature's waving saloon. It* leaves are very curly!—l remain, Adeline Waller, Manurexva (age 16).