Whoever has not learned to let Nature have her way is not fit for a gardener, or, for that matter, for a contented soul. A garden makes all our sense….

What is paradise, but, a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights..

There is no emptiness of soul ever for those whose life is devoted to God..

What more delightsome than an infinite varietie of sweet smelling flowers? decking with sundry colours the greene mantle of the Earth, the universall….

... store of bees, in a dry and warme bee-house, comely made of fir boards, to sing, and sit, and feede upon your flowers and sprouts, make a pleasan….

A garden makes all our senses swim with pleasure..