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Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
What’s a butterfly garden without butterflies?
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
To dwell is to garden.
Plants that wake when others sleep. Timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
All gardening is landscape painting.
Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
If we had paid no more attention to our plants than we have to our children, we would now be living in a jungle of weed.
Gardening is not a rational act.