GLORY OF THE GARDEN

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 2, Issue 364, 27 October 1932, Page 3

GLORY OF THE GARDEN

MARY

ANNE.

VISIT TO WYCHWOOD Nothing is quite so perfect as Nature' masterpieee— flowers. Their innocence, their passionless beauty and grace somehow or other seem to exhale an atmosphere of sublime peace. There is something almost ethereal connected with a beautiful garden, and I thought when I stood in the midst of Wychwood nurseries and gazed at the rows of gorgeous tulips before me what a brilliant example of Nature they were — a truly bounteous reward for careful and painstaking labour. After long patience required for their aeclimatisation, these flowers have at Iast proffered their beautiful chalices to the sun, and words could not deseribe the wonderful splash of colour they make, each a perfect gem yielding the richness of its hue to one ravishing whole. At Wychwood, the cherry blossom is abloom, a bold and luxurious disI play of pink, thrown into startling re- ! lief by the green0 sward of a lawn beneath. A whole hillside is ablaze, and wandering among this pink halo one discovers the most intriguing little mushroom stools awaiting an oceupant and one or two red-capped gnomes lounge easily on the grass, gazing with limpid contemplation at the surrounding loveliness, a host of gossamered sprites are only required to make this section of Wychwood into a miniature fairyland. The graceful wistaria creepe at random, and the golden maples and beautiful shrubs provide a fitting j background- to the brighter carpet of j the flowers. Much has been accomplished since Wychwood nurseries j have been created — much , of course, ! remains to be fulfilled. Nevertheless, J judging from the hundreds of tiny plants waiting in readiness to be j planted out, summertime should be a • veritable Garden of Eden at "Wychwood. In a few weeks time, the beds of bearded irises, with their borders of misty lavender, should be in full bloom, and with a hundred different varieties, what a wonderful show they will make! Although essentially a spring garden full of the choicest bulbs, the colour of Wychwood never seems to fade, for as soon as one display passes anotber takes its place throughout the processions of the seasons.