The Love Of Gardening Is A Seed

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

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'.

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.

The Lesson I Have Thoroughly Learnt, And Wish To Pass On To Others, Is To Know The Enduring Happiness That The Love Of A Garden Gives.

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.