As I work among my flowers, I find myself talking to them, reasoning and remonstrating with them, and adoring them as if they were human beings. Much….

I am fully and intensely aware that plants are conscious of love and respond to it as they do to nothing else..

Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild wav….

One golden day redeems a weary year.

I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill Such a bright gold under my windowsill! Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still? Bless me! It's a daffodil!.

When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is to plan fo….

Early in April, as I was vigorously hoeing in a corner, I unearthed a huge toad, to my perfect delight and satisfaction; he had lived all winter, he ….

If death were the exception and not the rule, and we were not so swiftly to follow, these separations would be intolerably sad. We know no more of ou….

To stand by the beds at sunrise and see the flowers awake is a heavenly delight..

The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air was warm, And all th….

Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done..

When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh ….

Like the musician, the painter, the poet, and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born, not made. And he is born to happiness in this vale of tear….

He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the hap….

Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet..

Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer..

Last week, when I went early into my garden, a rose-breasted grosbeak was sitting on the fence. Oh, he was beautiful as a flower. I hardly dared to b….

Soon will set in the fitful weather, with fierce gales and sullen skies and frosty air, and it will be time to tuck up safely my roses and lillies an….

No sadder sound salutes you than the clear, Wild laughter of the loon..

O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, ….

Look to the East, where up the lucid sky; the morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair..