In the Garden
To cover a hideous bird-table, I planted years ago a sprig of honey- suckle given me by a village dame of ninety-two. It has become a gigantic bush, and this week I saw first a blackbird and then a pair of bullfinches (those most matrimonial of birds) feeding on the scarlet berries. Yet in former years the berries have not been touched.
I notice that Raymond Bush in Fruit-Growing Outdoors declares that commercial growers are giving up that admirable dessert apple, Ellison's Orange, on the ground that it is biennial. Yet my trees of it (I have three big ones) have fruited for four years in succession, and would have done five years ago but for a severe spring frost. Except for Laxton's Superb (which fruits too abundantly, perhaps, for its stamina), I don't believe in this biennial business. H. J. M ASSINGHAM.
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