THE ARRANGEMENT OF FLOWERS.

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 7869, 3 August 1911, Page 11

THE ARRANGEMENT OF FLOWERS.

GOLDEN RULES. Rut your flowers in very lightly, and as nearly as possible in position as they grow. He extravagant in foliage. Use artistically shaped glasses, suitable for the blossoms. It is the flowers that aro to be displayed, not tho vases. Don’t mix too many kinds of flowers together. Two. or. at the most, tnree soils are sufficient. , . The colours must bo chosen to produce a contrast, or a soft harmony. A SIMPLE DECORATION. Get a china bowl, half fill It with damp sand or earth, and pack it v all natural moss, well banked at riio top. In this mossy cushion .slick your daflodil blossoms hero and (hero, as if growing, with their lovely sword-shaped leaves. Utile groups of snowdrops can bo placed in ami out of the daffodils, if you luce, or nodding violets, or scouted wallflowers. Bent ember not to crowd tho flowers. A pennyworth of natural moss from any (burst will last for weeks with care, and is very useful in table decorations. If vou want to use, tho daffodils in vases,' select tall, tapering white, china or green glass ones. Stand in each about three blossoms and sprays qj French ferns or some of tho daffodil leaves.

SUGGESTED SCHEMES FOE SPRING FLOWERS. Mauve and yellow crocuses, whito narcissi and asparagus fern. Wallflowers and daffodils. Lilies-of-fho-valley. shaded pmk tulips and smilax. , . . Mimosa, daffodils, and for^ot-me-nots. Asparagus fern, red or pink anemones, and while narcissi. White lilac, pink tulips or pink cyclamen and variegated ivy*,. Sea r 1 et gx* rani/upn. , or ;white narcissi if still obtainable, and springer L ,

THOUGHTS. A morning sky that is clear and bine. Blackthorn boughs with tho sky peeping

through,— They put mo in mind of Katie’s eyes Shining and blue the like o’ tho skies. (But strange now an’ hard aro the ways of fate. For someway I never have married Kate.)

AYatcrs grey at the fall o’ the night Reflecting the last pale gleam of light. Lakes with dark rushes about tho rim, It’s Tbssy’s eyes are the like o’ thim. (Scarce Christmaqr a year I had,deep distress. For another made bold to marry Tess.) Pools in the Dargle that hide the trout, Golden, and clear when tho snn comes

out; Brown and green in the shade of a tree. It’s Alary’s eyes are the eyes for me. (And now it sho proves not too conthrary, , When tho hay is out I’ll marry Mary.) W. M. Letts.