Like a big mountain, a small garden stimulates, restores, and delights us, just as it poses challenges, promotes mastery, provides exercise and relieves monotony
A garden is a symbol of man’s arrogance, perverting nature to human ends
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt
God made rainy days so gardeners could get the housework done.
Today the art of gardening is practised much more often than any other, in ignorant, impulsive ways, by people who never stop to think that it is an art at all.
You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach that which you can never learn from masters.
What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden.
Garden writing is often very tame, a real waste when you think how opinionated, inquisitive, irreverent and lascivious gardeners themselves tend to be. Nobody talks much about the muscular limbs, dark, swollen buds, strip-tease trees and unholy beauty that have made us all slaves of the Goddess Flora.
So many seeds — so little time
A garden is never so good as it will be next year
The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don’t want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don’t have a soul
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.
Don’t grumble that roses have thorns, be thankful that thorns have roses
But a weed is simply a plant that wants to grow where people want something else. In blaming nature, people mistake the culprit. Weeds are people’s idea, not nature’s.
Presently we pass to some other object which rounds itself into a whole as did the first; for example, a well-laid garden; and nothing seems worth doing but the laying-out of gardens.
Gardening is a kind of disease. It infects you, you cannot escape it. When you go visiting, your eyes rove about the garden; you interrupt the serious cocktail drinking because of an irresistible impulse to get up and pull a weed.
Gardens are a form of autobiography
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Gardening is civil and social, but it wants the vigor and freedom of the forest and the outlaw.
The trouble with gardening is that it does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession.
Where you have a plot of land, however small, plant a garden. Staying close to the soil is good for the soul
In the Garden, my soul is sunshine
The best fertilizer is the gardener’s shadow.
A gardener’s best tool is the knowledge from previous seasons. And it can be recorded in a $2 notebook.
A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.
An addiction to gardening is not all bad when you consider all the other choices in life
Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.
The miracles of nature do not seem miracles because they are so common. If no one had ever seen a flower, even a dandelion would be the most startling event in the world.
If you cross a rambling rose with a pansy, you get a rose that still rambles, but it also skips!
Plants are like people: they’re all different and a little bit strange.
The best things that can come out of the garden are gifts for other people.
Green fingers are the extension of a verdant heart.
No garden is without its weeds.
It’s a sign of wisdom that seeds don’t squander their energy all at once, instead calmly waiting until the time is right. Seeds aren’t stupid
I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green.
What is a weed? A weed is a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered
Cultivate the garden within
Compared to gardeners, I think it is generally agreed that others understand very little about anything of consequence.
Gardening requires lots of water – most of it in the form of perspiration
When words escape, flowers speak.
No garden is without its weeds
Prevention is so much better than healing because it saves the labor of being sick
When you have done your best for a flower, and it fails, you have some reason to be aggrieved.
Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof.
Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so called scientific knowledge.
In his garden every man may be his own artist without apology or explanation.
Every garden-maker should be an artist along his own lines. That is the only possible way to create a garden, irespective of size or wealth.
We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden
By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course.
If you are not killing plants, you are not really stretching yourself as a gardener.
Kiss of the sun for pardon. Song of the birds for mirth. You’re closer to God’s heart in a garden than any place else on earth
One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I’d see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed
To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves.
There is always music amongst the trees in the garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
Gardening is the only unquestionably useful job.
It is not enough for a gardener to love flowers; he must also hate weeds