I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all..

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment ….

Not seeing is half-believing..

For the last 40 years of my life I have broken my back, my fingernails, and sometimes my heart, in the practical pursuit of my favourite occupation..

I loved you when love was Spring, and May, Loved you when summer deepened into June, and now when autumn yellows all the leaves..

The most noteworthy thing about gardeners is that they are always optimistic, always enterprising, and never satisfied. They always look forward to d….

A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it..

It isn't that I don't like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged..

April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year..

Successful gardening is not necessarily a question of wealth, it is a question of love, taste, and knowledge..

Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens, When I have no engagements written on my block, When no one comes to disturb my inward peace, When no one….

Is it better to be extremely ambitious, or rather modest? Probably the latter is safer; but I hate safety, and would rather fail gloriously than ding….

There is nothing more lovely in life than the union of two people whose love for one another has grown through the years, from the small acorn of pas….

What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful..

I like muddling things up; and if a herb looks nice in a border, then why not grow it there? Why not grow anything anywhere so long as it looks right….

I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. Oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too tr….

Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope..

The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we notice that the days are g….

The true solitary ... will feel that he is himself only when he is alone; when he is in company he will feel that he perjures himself, prostitutes hi….

The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows..

I do not like January very much. It is too stationary. Not enough happens. I like the evidences of life, and in January there are too few of them..