When the ice of winter holds the house in its rigid grip, when curtains are drawn against that vast frozen waste of landscape, almost like a hibernat…

- Mirabel Osler

At the heart of gardening there is a belief in the miraculous.

- Mirabel Osler

There is no "End" to be written, neither can you, like an architect, engrave in stone the day the garden was finished. A painter can frame his pictur…

- Mirabel Osler

Sitting in your garden is a feat to be worked at with unflagging determination and single-mindedness. . . . I am deeply committed to sitting in the g…

- Mirabel Osler

Green thoughts emerge from some deep source of stillness which the very fact of winter has released.

- Mirabel Osler

To be able to walk under the branches of a tree that you have planted is really to feel you have arrived with your garden. So far we are on the way: …

- Mirabel Osler

Crouchers move through a garden at a stoop: naming, gasping, horraying, admiring or coveting plants; Gapers saunter, smiling or sighing at what they …

- Mirabel Osler

Surely ruminating and lolling, squandering slivers of time as you ponder on this or that plant; perching about the place on seats chosen for their es…

- Mirabel Osler

As for garden photographers, how differently they see things. With what ease the camera seems to compose a picture of great beauty with its discrim…

- Mirabel Osler