A Garden Is Half Made

A Person Cannot Love A Plant After He Has Pruned It, Then He Has Either Done A Poor Job Or Is Devoid Of Emotion.

One Does Not Begin To Make A Garden Until He Wants A Garden. To Want A Garden Is To Be Interested In Plants, In The Winds And Rains, In Birds And Insects, In The Warm-smelling Earth.

A Garden Requires Patient Labor And Attention. Plants Do Not Grow Merely To Satisfy Ambitions Or To Fulfill Good Intentions. They Thrive Because Someone Expended Effort On Them.

I Do Not Yet Know Why Plants Come Out Of The Land Or Float In Streams, Or Creep On Rocks Or Roll From The Sea. I Am Entranced By The Mystery Of Them And Absorbed By Their Variety And Kinds. Everywhere, They Are Visible Yet Everywhere Occult.

There Is No Excellence Without Labor. One Cannot Dream Oneself Into Either Usefulness Or Happiness.