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

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

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

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

If you want good roses, sharpen your knife and harden your heart.

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.

much of gardening is a struggle against the fecundity of Nature.