....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 welcome the autumnal chill in the air. There is a stimulation about it. Life moves to a different rhythm. There is a sense of change in the atmosphere and change is good inasmuch as it prevents stagnation. We should grow weary of a summer that never ended.

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.

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.

gardening is something more than a pastime; it is a religion.

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

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