There must be hundreds of unsung heroes and heroines who first tasted strange things growing - and think of the man who first ate a lobster. This staggers the imagination. I salute him every time I take my nutcracker in hand and move the melted-butter pipkin closer.

When Father smiled, it was like the sun coming out, and spring and summer in your heart.

April is a promise of what's to come.

There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

Faith is a curious thing. It must be renewed; it has its own spring.

Nothing makes a house cozier than cats.

Happiness is a thing of now.