A Garden Is A Grand Teacher... Above

There Is Always In February Some One Day, At Least, When One Smells The Yet Distant, But Surely Coming, Summer.

What Is One To Say About June, The Time Of Perfect Young Summer, The Fulfillment Of The Promise Of The Earlier Months, And With As Yet No Sign To Remind One That Its Fresh Young Beauty Will Ever Fade.

More Than Half A Century Has Passed, And Yet Each Spring, When I Wander Into The Primrose Wood, I See The Pale Yellow Blooms And Smell Their Sweetest Scent - For A Moment I Am Seven Years Old Again And Wandering In That Fragrant Wood.

It Is No Use Asking Me Or Anyone Else How To Dig... Better To Go And Watch A Man Digging, And Then Take A Spade And Try To Do It.

For The Best Building And Planting...the Architect And Gardener Must Have Some Knowledge Of Each Other's Business, And Each Must Regard With Feelings Of Kindly Reverence The Unknown Domains Of The Other's Higher Knowledge.