There Is No Spot Of Ground, However

It Has Taken Me Half A Lifetime Merely To Find Out What Is Best Worth Doing, And A Good Slice Out Of Another Half To Puzzle Out The Ways Of Doing 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.

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.

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 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.