New words are always being born and old ones fading away.
much of gardening is a struggle against the fecundity of Nature.
This is the divine moment when we can hold the fairest blossom of spring in one hand and the sweetest flowers of early summer in the other.
If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.
Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world.
I thought I had finished with romantic adventures, but half-way through life and well past the age for losing one's heart, I was suddenly swept off my feet by a new love, a passionate, tyrannical, all-absorbing emotion: the love of a garden.