In My Garden By far the most satisfactory spectacle in
one country-house potager is the patch of cabbage of the variety Flower of Spring. The heads are enormous, but by no means coarse. A cabbage, after all, should be both large-hearted or magnanimous and hard-hearted. This variety, now at its best, seems to have to be as supreme as January King at a later date. Roses have flourished though they came late, and I rejoice to see that the National Rose Society has come down most definitely on the side of the long-pruners, who are still roundly abused by the more orthodox short-pruners. It seems to be most unreasonable to suppose that the personality of a bush is improved by shearing it almost to ground' level