There shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart.
It is curious that the leaf should so love the light and the root so hate it.
One golden day redeems a weary year
Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.
To stand by the beds at sunrise and see the flowers awake is a heavenly delight.
So deeply is the gardener's instinct implanted in my soul, I really love the tools with which I work; the iron fork, the spade, the hoe, the rake, the trowel, and the watering pot are pleasant objects in my eyes.