How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.
...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.