25 MAY 1929, Page 21

THE PRESENCE OF FLOWERS.

This charming Essay reminds me of a time many years ago when I used to walk almost daily from Earl's Court Road to Cromwell Road by way of that quiet old oasis in the desert of gigantic houses, Kenway Road, with its cottages and tiny gardens, and I used to think that if I had one to spare (as I never had) I should like to give a guinea a year for the best kept of those front gardens. Perhaps the L.C.C. or some of our millionaires wilIctry what the result of such an investment would be all over London ? I also remember a house—I think it was in Portman Square—where every window used to be gay with flowers in boxes, and what a relief it was to the eye after unbroken rows of bricks and mortar.—No LONGER A LONDONER.