A Garden Is A Grand Teacher... Above

There Is A Lovable Quality About The Actual Tools. One Feels So Kindly To The Thing That Enables The Hand To Obey The Brain. Moreover, One Feels A Good Deal Of Respect For It; Without It The Brain And The Hand Would Be Helpless.

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.

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.

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

A Garden Is A Grand Teacher. It Teaches Patience And Careful Watchfulness; It Teaches Industry And Thrift; Above All It Teaches Entire Trust.