There are no fences--at least, there is but one in all Riverside.

You see everywhere fine, well-trimmed cypress hedges with trees occasionally cut in fantastic, elaborate designs.

There are many century plants about the grounds; they blossom in this climate after twelve years, and die after the tall homely flower has come to maturity.

The roadsides have pretty flowers planted all along, giving a gay look, and the very weeds just now are covered with blossoms.

Irrigation is carried on most scientifically, the water coming from a creek and the "cienaga," which I will explain later.