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.

....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.

Every noble achievement is a dream before it is a reality just as the oak is an acorn before it is a tree.

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.

It has been said that the only reason for leaving England is to give yourself the pleasure of coming back to it.

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

gardening is something more than a pastime; it is a religion.