The Love Of Gardening Is A Seed

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.

To Plant And Maintain A Flower Border, With A Good Scheme For Colour, Is By No Means The Easy Thing That Is Commonly Supposed.

There Is No Spot Of Ground, However Arid, Bare Or Ugly, That Cannot Be Tamed Into Such A State As May Give An Impression Of Beauty And Delight.

I Do Not Envy The Owners Of Very Large Gardens. The Garden Should Fit Its Owner Or His Or Her Tastes, Just As One's Clothes Do; It Should Be Neither Too Large Nor Too Small, But Just Comfortable.

The Good Gardener Knows With Absolute Certainty That If He Does His Part, If He Gives The Labour, The Love, And Every Aid That His Knowledge Of His Craft, Experience Of The Conditions Of His Place, And Exercise Of His Personal Wit Can Work Together To Suggest, That So Surely Will God Give The Increase. Then With The Honestly-earned Success Comes The Consciousness Of Encouragement To Renewed Effort, And, As It Were, An Echo Of The Gracious Words, 'well Done My Good And Faithful Servant'.