Still, No Gardener Would Be A Gardener

[on Writing:] The Most Egotistic Of Occupations, And The Most Gratifying While It Lasts.

Autumn In Felted Slipper Shuffles On, Muted Yet Fiery.--vita Sackville-west

Flowers Really Do Intoxicate Me.

I Do Not Like January Very Much. It Is Too Stationary. Not Enough Happens. I Like The Evidences Of Life, And In January There Are Too Few Of Them.

It Isn't That I Don't Like Sweet Disorder, But It Has To Be Judiciously Arranged.