To Dig One's Own Spade Into One's

Well, I Love Geraniums, And Anybody Who Does Not Love Geraniums Must Obviously Be A Depraved And Loathsome Person.

To Dig One's Own Spade Into One's Own Earth! Has Life Anything Better To Offer Than This?

Marriage Is A Book Of Which The First Chapter Is Written In Poetry And The Remaining Chapters In Prose.

Every Moment Of This Strange And Lovely Life From Dawn To Dusk, Is A Miracle. Somewhere, Always A Rose Is Opening Its Petals To The Dawn. Somewhere, Always, A Flower Is Fading In The Dusk.

A Garden Without Cats, It Will Be Generally Agreed, Can Scarcely Deserve To Be Called A Garden At All...much Of The Magic Of The Heather Beds Would Vanish If, As We Bent Over Them, There Was No Chance That We Might Hear A Faint Rustle Among The Blossoms, And Find Ourselves Staring Into A Pair Of Sleepy Green Eyes.