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My First Garden
Over our arbour grew the lovely Blush Boursault, of the clearest pink and pinkish-white colouring of any Rose I know. In many gardens—especially in dry soil—it never has well-shaped flowers, but here they were fully developed, and the sweetest things that one could see. I used to wonder at its smooth red stems without any prickles. In those old days I did not even know what Rose it was; we were content to call it the old Arbour Rose.