gardening is something more than a pastime; it is a religion.
Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.
much of gardening is a struggle against the fecundity of Nature.
New words are always being born and old ones fading away.
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.
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.