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

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.

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

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

September is the month of maturity; the heaped basket and the garnered sheaf. It is the month of climax and completion. September! I never tire of turning it over and over in my mind. It has warmth, depth and colour. It glows like old amber.

Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow.

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