The trouble with gardening is that is does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession
Praise is warming and desirable. But it is an earned thing. It has to be deserved, like a hug from a child.
Gossip is the tool of the poet, the shoptalk of the scientist and the consolation of the housewife, wit, tycoon and intellectual. It begins in the nursery and ends when speech is past.
Gossip isn't scandal and it's not merely malicious. It's chatter about the human race by lovers of the same.
The trouble with gardening is that it does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession.
A lady is smarter than a gentleman, maybe, she can sew a fine seam, she can have a baby, she can use her intuition instead of her brain, but she can't fold a paper in a crowded train.
Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.