Alice Morse Earle
be in another planet. Your wild gardens are so strange so beautiful, they seem remote from my life - They are not unreal & they are living places, but they seem so far away. What can a forest or meadow be with these strange wild flowers, [ivesia?] [thocarpus?], draperia, collumia, [Tanscheneria?], allmostoma, manzanita, [acanthus?], [chamaebatia?] - what can they be- Even the lilies seem so strange to me. I have read every word of the chapter Wild Gardens of the Yosemite twenty or thirty times. I cannot comprehend it. The Alpine gardens, the meadow gardens - I partly comprehend - but these gardens whose soil is crystal, mica tormaline all with tiny spangling growing flowers it isnt a real place is it? I am a true lover of larkspur, and though the tint of larkspur is not a pure turquoise then a turquoise always reminds me of larkspur it symbolizes larkspur to me. I never in my entire life bought a jewel, an ornament a trinket for myself- I said a year or two ago to myself I
Brooklyn, N. Y.
[ca. 1909 ?]
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