It is only to the gardener that time is a friend, giving each year more than he steals.

It is only to the gardener that time is a friend, giving each year more than he steals.

Well, I love geraniums, and anybody who does not love geraniums must obviously be a depraved and loathsome person.

A garden is a place for shaping a little world of your own according to your heart's desire.

Let 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.

We both know, you and I, that if all men were gardeners, the world at last would be at peace.

A 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.