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

Few would dispute with the rose her claim to be the queen of flowers, for where is her equal to be found? Is she not God’s masterpiece?

....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.

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.

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

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.