There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.

A good recipe for a human reducing breakfast is a lot of good things to eat, and three spaniels and two cats to eat with.

If I had Aladdin's lamp and the usual three wishes, the first would always be, 'Give me the first day of June.

the real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance ... Days are no longer jagged peaks to climb; time is a meadow, and we move over it with level steps.

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

But housekeeping is fun. It is one job where you enjoy the results right along as you work. You may work all day washing and ironing, but at night you have the delicious feeling of sunny clean sheets and airy pillows to lie on. If you clean, you sit down at nightfall with the house shining and faintly smelling of wax, all yours to enjoy right then and there. And if you cook—that creation you lift from the oven goes right to the table.