galanthus

It isn’t that I don’t like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged.

Dreams, not desperation, drive people forward to plant gardens.

. . . 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 and gardener have grown alongside each other over the years, each shaping the other.

Despite these losses and setbacks, like King Sisyphus, gardeners forever keep rolling that rock up the hill, convinced we are progressing toward the day it will stay in place up there and not roll back on us, the day our gardens will be just as we want them.

'I have had almost every rose that you can grow,' she says, 'and some died, but at least I have made their acquaintance.'