Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1914-10-02


to have sprung into life ut the proper
place.
Milkweed, butterfly weed, boneset
and burdock all grow along the borders
of the sea. to give that grace of outline
that is needed. We would scarcely ex-
pect the fairy seashell pinks where the
waves beat high and the spray of salt
waters them, but it is exactly what the
sea pinks enjoy, and the bot sand seems
to nourish them better than the hot
house. The moisture and mists of the
ocean cast a spell over these beautiful
flowers, which usually take on the colors
of coral, The pink and the white exceed
ing the puppies and blue Of the sea it.
self, although we find the pale blue
wild asters here and the purple hues in
many flowers.
There was once a man who loved the
sea to such extent that he spent all Of
his leisure hours sitting on his porch in
eight OF the much-loved ocean. On
moonlight nights he took down his pipe
and smoked while be gazed out at the
wake of the silver moonligt on the water
which laved the shore only a short
distance from his bungalow.
The dream of bis life was finally real
ICED. He had for years desired a T q
garden by the sea. His cottage was
ianked with the pines, the cypress and
trees that gave the proper value of
strength; there were the cosmos, the
phlox and other flowers that grew along
the cottage walls, but of the true sea
garden he had dreamed for years, and
it was finally manifested before his
eyes.
A large plot of ground next door was
lower than the street level and gave
him the correct idea Of what a sea gar
den might be. The hedge was built up
of black berry bushes, which when in
bloom were a picture indeed, and the
garden, sunken In its centre, was left
to its natural character; winding walks
of gravel We're laid between, which
would naturally suit the sandy soil.
The hibuscus, with its great coral-lipp-
ed chalice, lifted it's head above the
others to receive its sip of praise, and
the sea pinks, anemoues and the sedge
grasses grew into veritable tangles of
beauty, while the portulaca scurried
along the paths edge in Jealous haste,
as il to carpet the earth In Oriental
beauty with their multi-colored waxen
cups. The garden was here and there
planted with the tall pines and the
strawberries that belong to the seashore.
Such a garden plot of artistic beauty
one could scarcely imagine of the wild
sea plants. The picture remains 10
memory long after 1t is lost to view.
Who but an artist would think of
planting a hedge of the beautiful black
berry? In this manner utility and
beauty are combined. The blackberry
bushes form a perfect wall for trepass-
ers, as the thorns make their ingress
impossible. and the bushes themselves
are useful as we'll as ornamental to q
great degree
A little care alone was given to the
planting of the flower seed and the set
ting u of the trees. The sedge grasses
and bush grew where they belonged,
and the effect was brought about by
Nature herself, who knows more about
gardens than any nan alive.
There is, however, no mistaking the
fact the man who grows up with
Nature and gardens must be like the
mounraineer, freed from his vices.
There is something inspiring about a
garden, and purifying as 1t were. Such
a man is ruled by principles of life.
He must be given over to the good, If
he makes his gardens a success. The
man who is In tune with Nature is the
big man. He is the man who lives
according to the law, and such men we
know as Thoreau and Burbank; IN
other is Maeterlinck, for who could for
get that the man who wrote of the bee
loves Nature, too.
Down the sands Of time there is a
footprint now and then that is never
washed away, and there is also a gar
den here and there that marks the
epochs of many centuries.
We have such evidence and example
in the garden of Pompeii, which has
been restored, SO that the public may
view it's perfect beauty which is now
an art quite unknown.
One of the greatest gardens Of the
present time was made from a bog.
The lot was bought, so we are told, by
a man who saw his vision before he
started to make the picture of floral
charm and delight.
The mari Of the bog was dug ont.