Politics makes strange bedfellows.

I do not know the names of all the weeds and plants, I have to do as Adam did in his garden... name things as I find them.

A great artist can paint a great picture on a small canvas.

Politics makes strange bedfellows.

Lettuce is like conversation; it must be fresh and crisp, so sparkling that you scarcely notice the bitter in it.

Hoeing in the garden on a bright, soft May day, when you are not obligated to, is nearly equal to the delight of going trouting.

Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.