If Nature Built By Rule

Pale January Lay In Its Cradle Day By Day Dead Or Living, Hard To Say.

From Sunny Woof And Cloudy Weft Fell Rain In Sheets; So, To Myself I Hummed These Hazard Rhymes, And Left The Learned Volume On The Shelf.

There Is No Gardening Without Humility. Nature Is Constantly Sending Even Its Oldest Scholars To The Bottom Of The Class For Some Egregious Blunder.

The Bright Incarnate Spirit Of The Morn.

Alfred Austin Said, "show Me Your Garden And I Shall Tell You What You Are."