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.

It has been said that the only reason for leaving England is to give yourself the pleasure of coming back to it.

....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.

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.

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

Few would dispute with the rose her claim to be the queen of flowers, for where is her equal to be found? Is she not God’s masterpiece?

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