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

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.

Every noble achievement is a dream before it is a reality just as the oak is an acorn before it is a tree.

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

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.

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.

I thought I had finished with romantic adventures, but half-way through life and well past the age for losing one's heart, I was suddenly swept off my feet by a new love, a passionate, tyrannical, all-absorbing emotion: the love of a garden.