Life is like a field, where we must gather what we grow, weed or wheat... this is the law, we reap the crop we sow..

It has been said that the only reason for leaving England is to give yourself the pleasure of coming back to it..

New words are always being born and old ones fading away..

In a garden you can find, quiet thoughts that calm the mind..

in February there is everything to hope for and nothing to regret..

Forget the times of trouble, but not the truths they taught. Forget the days of sorrow, but not the strength they brought. Forget the storms you batt….

much of gardening is a struggle against the fecundity of Nature..

gardening is something more than a pastime; it is a religion..

Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow..

Happy is the person who can keep a quiet heart, in the chaos and tumult of this modern world..

September is the month of maturity; the heaped basket and the garnered sheaf. It is the month of climax and completion. September! I never tire of tu….

....the ancient ritual of the earth; ploughing and planting, reaping and threshing. The fundamental business remains unaltered; it is only the method….

Every noble achievement is a dream before it is a reality just as the oak is an acorn before it is a tree..

The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as they did in summer; the….

In looking back we remember only the triumphant consummations of each season. Failures and frustrations are forgotten; garden-memories are as perfect….

While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch..

This is the divine moment when we can hold the fairest blossom of spring in one hand and the sweetest flowers of early summer in the other..

Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden..

I thought I had finished with romantic adventures, but half-way through life and well past the age for losing one's heart, I was suddenly swept off m….

I welcome the autumnal chill in the air. There is a stimulation about it. Life moves to a different rhythm. There is a sense of change in the atmosph….

Few would dispute with the rose her claim to be the queen of flowers, for where is her equal to be found? Is she not God’s masterpiece?.