Pests, Plagues, and Varmints
The most noteworthy thing about gardeners is that they are always optimistic, always enterprising, and never satisfied. They always look forward to doing better than they have ever done before.
Gardening at first felt like a natural pleasure, and then it became a necessary one.
Pruning is an art and a science. The rules are simple, but putting them into practice requires skill and judgment. Looking around, I gather that almost everyone leaves the job to an unskilled yardman with years of inexperience.
Gardening at first felt like a natural pleasure, and then it became a necessary one.
One way to keep crows out of the corn patch is to plant rhubarb instead.
Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.
I have a rock garden. Last week three of them died.
. . . the difference between great daffodils and common ones is not so vast as one thinks in the first flush of excitement when one starts being serious about daffodils.
The garden is not only an ornamental place, but a habitat and a civilization.
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.
Even when the future [garden] design is still just a matted clump of dormant perennial roots, it is in our mind's eye the perfect exhibit at the Chelsea Flower Show.
I will not say that your Mulberry trees are dead, but I am afraid that they are not alive.
'I have had almost every rose that you can grow,' she says, 'and some died, but at least I have made their acquaintance.'
