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

Forget the times of trouble, but not the truths they taught. Forget the days of sorrow, but not the strength they brought. Forget the storms you battled through beneath a heavy load - but not the light that led you safely down the unknown road.

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

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

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.

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

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.