In a well-made garden every day is new.

Not knowing where your food comes from is a primary form of alienation.

We can plant to suit the needs of the birds and other wildlife that find a haven and a habitat on our home ground, and we can understand that to do so is a moral dictate, not a personal whim.

When I need to be precise about a plant, I use its Latin name, even if my nongardening friends sometimes look at me a little funny for using big words in a dead language - or in the kind of horticultural Esperanto that botanical names make up.

Crabgrass is aptly descriptive of this hated weed, for it does scuttle quickly through a lawn.

I suppose that for most people one of the darker joys of gardening is that once you've got started it's not at all hard to find someone who knows a little bit less than you.

Democracy is fine in politics. It should stay there, and we need more of it. But its political virture is no reason to practice it in the garden.