New words are always being born and old ones fading away.

....the ancient ritual of the earth; ploughing and planting, reaping and threshing. The fundamental business remains unaltered; it is only the methods and tools that science is changing.

Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.

in February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret.

Life is like a field, where we must gather what we grow, weed or wheat... this is the law, we reap the crop we sow.

If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.

In a garden you can find, quiet thoughts that calm the mind.