Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world.
gardening is something more than a pastime; it is a religion.
New words are always being born and old ones fading away.
If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.
September is the month of maturity; the heaped basket and the garnered sheaf. It is the month of climax and completion. September! I never tire of turning it over and over in my mind. It has warmth, depth and colour. It glows like old amber.
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.