It Has Taken Me Half A Lifetime

The Love Of Gardening Is A Seed Once Sown That Never Dies.

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.

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.

In Garden Arrangement, As In All Other Kinds Of Decorative Work, One Has Not Only To Acquire A Knowledge Of What To Do, But Also To Gain Some Wisdom In Perceiving What It Is Well To Let Alone.

I Plant Rosemary All Over The Garden, So Pleasant Is It To Know That At Every Few Steps One May Draw The Kindly Branchlets Through One's Hand, And Have The Enjoyment Of Their Incomparable Incense; And I Grow It Against Walls, So That The Sun May Draw Out Its Inexhaustible Sweetness To Greet Me As I Pass.