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.

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

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

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.

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

In a garden you can find, quiet thoughts that calm the mind.