There was a lengthy article (“Who put lettuce in
my daffodils?”) in the Wall Street
Journal today, reporting the trend of having a mixed flowers and veggies
garden. In advocating the mixed garden
the past few years, I am either not alone or ahead of time.
Martha Dickinson (Emily's niece) remembered her
aunt's garden “rich confusion was its aim. . . you want to come upon mignonette
in unexpected places, and to find sprays of heliotrope in close consultation
with roses . . . No stiffness, no ceremony.”
Our last year garden was a scene of chaotic
confusion, diverse and rich. The elite flowers competed for attention in the
central square, Italian squash entangled with roses, zinnias flirted with
tomatoes and the fuchsia in the hanging basket tried to lure (拋媚眼) the red hot peppers down below.

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