Now the gardener is the one who has seen everything ruined so many times that (even as his pain increases with each loss) he comprehends - truly knows - that where there was a garden once, it can be again, or where there never was, there yet can be a garden.

A garden is not a picture, but a language.

Toads are conservative animals, I think, and not much given to expecting the best from fortune. Some weeks ago, well before the end of October, I accidentally dug up one while turning over some garden earth. I was surprised, naturally, when one of the clods heaved over on its die and there, in some annoyance, sat at toad.

The mere fact that you get a lot of seeds in a packet doesn't mean you have to plant all of them.

Your garden will reveal yourself.

All anybody needs to know about prizes is that Mozart never won one.

Compared to gardeners, I think it is generally agreed that others understand very little about anything of consequence.