The farmer and the gardener are both busy, the gardener perhaps the more excitable of the two, for he is more of the amateur, concerned with the creation of beauty rather than with the providing of food. Gardening is a luxury occupation; an ornament, not a necessity, of life.

The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.

Summer makes a silence after spring.

There are no signposts in the sea.

It is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.

however many resolutions one makes, one's pen, like water, always finds its own level, and one can't write in any way other than one's own.

It is a sad moment when the first phlox appears. It is the amber light indicating the end of the great burst of early summer and suggesting that we must now start looking forward to autumn. Not that I have any objection to autumn as a season, full of its own beauty; but I just cannot bear to see another summer go, and I recoil from what the first hint of autumn means.