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

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

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

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

I welcome the autumnal chill in the air. There is a stimulation about it. Life moves to a different rhythm. There is a sense of change in the atmosphere and change is good inasmuch as it prevents stagnation. We should grow weary of a summer that never ended.

I thought I had finished with romantic adventures, but half-way through life and well past the age for losing one's heart, I was suddenly swept off my feet by a new love, a passionate, tyrannical, all-absorbing emotion: the love of a garden.

....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.