If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.
Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow.
In a garden you can find, quiet thoughts that calm the mind.
gardening is something more than a pastime; it is a religion.
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 Godโs masterpiece?
....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.