It Is No Use Asking

To Plant And Maintain A Flower Border, With A Good Scheme For Colour, Is By No Means The Easy Thing That Is Commonly Supposed.

More Than Half A Century Has Passed, And Yet Each Spring, When I Wander Into The Primrose Wood, I See The Pale Yellow Blooms And Smell Their Sweetest Scent - For A Moment I Am Seven Years Old Again And Wandering In That Fragrant Wood.

There Is A Lovable Quality About The Actual Tools. One Feels So Kindly To The Thing That Enables The Hand To Obey The Brain. Moreover, One Feels A Good Deal Of Respect For It; Without It The Brain And The Hand Would Be Helpless.

It Is No Use Asking Me Or Anyone Else How To Dig... Better To Go And Watch A Man Digging, And Then Take A Spade And Try To Do It.

A Garden Is A Grand Teacher... Above All It Teaches Entire Trust.