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

In looking back we remember only the triumphant consummations of each season. Failures and frustrations are forgotten; garden-memories are as perfect as garden-hopes.

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

....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.

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

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

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