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.

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

....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.

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

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

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

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.