"a balmy south wind blows."
I feel convinced some poet says so. If not I do, and it's a fact.
Moreover by a superhuman—or anyhow a super-frail-feminine—effort last Saturday as ever was I took up all that remained of the cabbage garden—spread the heap of ashes, marked out another path by rule of line (not of thumb, as I planted those things you took up and set straight!), made my new walk, and edged it with the broken tiles that came off our roof when "the stormy winds did blow"—an economy which pleased me much. Thus I am now entirely flower-garden—and with room for more flowers!!
Now to your kind offer. I think it will take rather more than 50 bunches of primroses to complete the bank according to your plan—though not 100. Say 70: but if there are a few bunches to spare I shall put them down that border where the laurels are, against the wall under the ivy. They flower there, and other things don't.
Now about the wild daffodils—indeed I would like some!!! I fear I should like enough to do this: [Sketch.]
These be the Poets' narcissus along the edge of the grass above the strawberry bank, and I don't deny I think it would be nice to have a row of wild Daffys (where the red marks are) to precede the same narcissus next spring if we're spared! The Daffys to be planted in the grass of the grass-plat.
I doubt if less than two dozen clumps would 'do it handsome'!!!!!!!!
Now I want your good counsel. This is my back garden: [Sketch.]
Next to Slugs and Snails (to which I have recently added a specimen of)
Puppy Dog's Tails—