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

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.

Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.

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.

In a garden you can find, quiet thoughts that calm the mind.

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