A well known American writer said once that, while everybody talked about the weather, nobody seemed to do anything about it.

It is only the fools who keep straining at high C all their lives.

Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it.

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.

Goodness comes out of people who bask in the sun, as it does out of a sweet apple roasted before the fire.

To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds, and watch the renewal of life - this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.

A garden is an awful responsibility. You never know what you may be aiding to grow in it.