Nature with her wonders blinds and binds one still. There is no escape. I love her utterly through all time and times. All over the world towns to me are prison; green fields are home.

... if I wanted to have a happy garden, I must ally myself with my soil; study and help it to the utmost, untiringly. .... Always, the soil must come first.

I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to the land of heart's desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a loud voice that she did not permit the town to sap all the years away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth.

It is always exciting to open the door and go out into the garden for the first time on any day.

Nature with her wonders blinds and binds one still. There is no escape. I love her utterly through all time and times. All over the world towns to me are prison; green fields are home.

So many of our lessons are learned, it would seem, too late to use on Earth.