6 JULY 1951, Page 26

In the Garden The year is unprecedented ; a festival

of garden closes after the Stygian winter as though Proserpine had escaped from Pluto to become Perdita, a celebration of prodigality of which the gardener is witness only. Let Rosa Hugonis be mine of this bounty. The long slender arched sprays have beerf, as it were, crocketed with the pale primrose porcelain cups in such multitudes that they half-conceal the leaves. Have the white R. seric•ea pteracantha next it, but not R. spinosissitna, whose single flowers are bright butter yellow.

H. J. MASSINGHAM.