October 2008
She calls herself a 'general gardener' because she grows everything and loves everything that grows.
I could not do without a Syringa [mockorange], for the sake of Cowper's Line.
It is a great joy the day we discover that we can learn things without having to make the mistake ourselves.
It isn’t that I don’t like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged.
This is how it should be with gardens and gardeners. They should love what they own, and own what they love; but their gardens must never own them, for there will be no pleasure in them if they do.
Aren't our gardens assembled fragments of our dreams and daydreams, our memories, images, and visions, remembrances of times past, fantasies, pieces of paradise we try to re-create?
