In addition to all its rich offerings to the body and its five senses, gardening engages the mind.

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.

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

But there is one place where a person can make choices that will lead in a small way toward greater sanity in dealing with the natural order. That place is the private garden.

Anne of Austria, wife of Louis XIII of France, had such an aversion to roses that she could not stand seeing one even in a painting.

I cannot walk into our garden without constantly being reminded of the friends who have shared their plants.

Gardening is in large measure a phenomenon of attention.