Working in the garden gives me something beyond the enjoyment of the senses. It gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.

Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.

Working in the garden gives me something beyond the enjoyment of the senses. It gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.

There is peace in the garden. Peace and results.

If 'heartache' sounds exaggerated then surely you have never gone to your garden one rare morning in June to find that the frost, without any perceptible motive, any hope of personal gain, has quietly killed your strawberry blossoms, tomatoes, lima and green beans, corn, squash, cucumbers. A brilliant sun is now smiling at this disaster with an insenstive cheerfulness as out of place as a funny story would be if someone you loved had just died.

the bliss that comes from ignorance should seldom be encouraged for it is likely to do one out of a more satisfying bliss.

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.