Well, I Love Geraniums, And Anybody Who

A Gardener Is Never Shut Out From His Garden, Wherever He May Be. Its Comfort Never Fails. Though The City May Close About Him, And The Grime And Soot Descend Upon Him, He Can Still Wander In His Garden, Does He But Close His Eyes.

Long Experience Has Taught Me That People Who Do Not Like Geraniums Have Something Morally Unsound About Them. Sooner Or Later You Will Find Them Out; You Will Discover That They Drink, Or Steal Books, Or Speak Sharply To Cats. Never Trust A Man Or A Woman Who Is Not Passionately Devoted To Geraniums.

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.

It Is Only To The Gardener That Time Is A Friend, Giving Each Year More Than He Steals.

Let Us Be Honest: Most Of Us Rather Like Our Cats To Have A Streak Of Wickedness. I Should Not Feel Quite Easy In The Company Of Any Cat That Walked Around The House With A Saintly Expression.