I do not like January very much. It is too stationary. Not enough happens. I like the evidences of life, and in January there are too few of them.

My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme.

Every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irrespective of size or wealth.

The wise traveler is he who is perpetually surprised.

What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.

I like muddling things up; and if a herb looks nice in a border, then why not grow it there? Why not grow anything anywhere so long as it looks right where it is? That is, surely, the art of gardening.

I do not like January very much. It is too stationary. Not enough happens. I like the evidences of life, and in January there are too few of them.