A Garden Is A Place

Let Us Be Honest: Most Of Us Rather Like Our Cats To Have A Streak Of Wickedness. I Should Not Feel Quite Easy In The Company Of Any Cat That Walked Around The House With A Saintly Expression.

A Garden Without Cats, It Will Be Generally Agreed, Can Scarcely Deserve To Be Called A Garden At All...much Of The Magic Of The Heather Beds Would Vanish If, As We Bent Over Them, There Was No Chance That We Might Hear A Faint Rustle Among The Blossoms, And Find Ourselves Staring Into A Pair Of Sleepy Green Eyes.

Do You Ever Find Yourself Bursting Into A Sort Of Lunatic Laughter At The Sheer Prettiness Of Things?

It Is Only To The Gardener That Time Is A Friend, Giving Each Year More Than He Steals.

Marriage Is A Book Of Which The First Chapter Is Written In Poetry And The Remaining Chapters In Prose.