When words escape, flowers speak.
Life is like a rose . . . More exquisite and precious, When shared with others.
Bread feeds the body indeed, but the flowers also feed the soul.
Bloom where you are planted!
I appreciate the misunderstanding I have had with Nature over my perennial border. I think it is a flower garden; she thinks it is a meadow lacking grass, and tries to correct the error.
Plant trees. They give us two of the most crucial elements for our survival: oxygen and books.
The best things that can come out of the garden are gifts for other people.
Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so called scientific knowledge.
When I go into my garden with a spade, and dig a bed, I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.
To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves.
Hoeing in the garden on a bright, soft May day, when you are not obligated to, is nearly equal to the delight of going trouting.
I am fully and intensely aware that plants are conscious of love and respond to it as they do to nothing else.
Gardeners, I think, dream bigger dreams than Emperor's.
If you truly love Nature, you will find beauty everywhere.
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
In his garden every man may be his own artist without apology or explanation.
It used to be thought that our love of plants was an impractical but pure passion. But now, in the age of environmental crisis, we're discovering that gardening is essential to human life.
You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach that which you can never learn from masters.
He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul.
If you are a garden plant you are regarded; well regarded, just as long as you stay in the garden.
Flowers grow in inches, but are destroyed by feet
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