Growth Is Exciting; Growth Is Dynamic And

Still, No Gardener Would Be A Gardener If He Did Not Live In Hope.

I Miss You Even More Than I Could Have Believed; And I Was Prepared To Miss You A Good Deal.

I Suppose The Pleasure Of The Country Life Lies Really In The Eternally Renewed Evidences Of The Determination To Live. That Is A Truism When Said, But Anything But A Truism When Daily Observed. Nothing Shows Up The Difference Between The Thing Said Or Read, So Much As The Daily Experience Of It.

But You, Oh Gardener, Poet That You Be / Though Unaware, Now Use Your Seeds Like Words / And Make Them Lilt With Color Nicely Flung.

For Bees Are Captious Folk / And Quick To Turn Against The Lubber's Touch.