much of gardening is a struggle against the fecundity of Nature.
Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.
gardening is something more than a pastime; it is a religion.
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.
in February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret.
In a garden you can find, quiet thoughts that calm the mind.