what is life worth if one has nothing to give away? This lack, it seems to me, must be the sharpest pang of poverty.

Neither a garden nor a gardener can be made in one year, nor in one generation even.

it is really astonishing how few colors are inharmonious when they are profusely massed and have green for a background.

Let everyone who makes garden plans frequently insert the letters C.P. in them as a reminder, the same standing for climate permitting.

Imagine how terrifying it would be if we had to decide the beginnings of things for ourselves: as to what race we should belong, what sex, and all that, instead of placidly coming out of unconsciousness to find it all arranged!

Mother love is invariably held sacred, as it should be, but why has father love never had its due?

even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring.