It is only to the gardener that time is a friend, giving each year more than he steals.
Beverley NicholsA garden without cats, it will be generally agreed, can scarcely deserve to be called a garden at all...much of the magic of the heather beds would vanish if, as we bent over them, there was no chance that we might hear a faint rustle among the blossoms, and find ourselves staring into a pair of sleepy green eyes.
Beverley NicholsA garden is a place for shaping a little world of your own according to your heart's desire.
Beverley NicholsLet us be honest: most of us rather like our cats to have a streak of wickedness. I should not feel quite easy in the company of any cat that walked around the house with a saintly expression.
Beverley Nichols