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

I welcome the autumnal chill in the air. There is a stimulation about it. Life moves to a different rhythm. There is a sense of change in the atmosphere and change is good inasmuch as it prevents stagnation. We should grow weary of a summer that never ended.

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

....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.

While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.

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

much of gardening is a struggle against the fecundity of Nature.