In one of his most suggestive essays, John Burroughs pointed out that in autumn the battles of the spring are fought over again. But, whereas in the spring it is the summer warmth which eventually, in spite of many mishaps and reverses, wins the victory, in the autumnal ebb it is the cold which finally gains the day. This constant strife between succeeding seasons at the points of meeting lies at the root of the peculiar charm of the English climate and of the English flora.

The following lists are borrowed from my Chronicle of a Cornish Garden:—

A FEW GOOD TALLEST BORDER PLANTS.

A FEW GOOD TALL BORDER PLANTS.

A FEW GOOD DWARF BORDER-PLANTS.