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

Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world.

New words are always being born and old ones fading away.

....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.

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.

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

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