Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
Is life worth living? Yes, so long
As there is wrong to right.
Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
Public opinion is no more than this: what people think that other people think.
Father, farewell! Be not distressed
`Father, farewell! Be not distressed,
And take my vow, ere I depart,
To found a Convent in my breast,
And keep a cloister in my heart.'
Beyond the pasture's withered bents
Beyond the pasture's withered bents,
Upstanding hop, recumbent fleece,
And sheaves of wheat, like weathered tents,
A twilight bivouac of peace.
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.
There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.
Here are sad flowers, with wintry weeping wet,
Dews of the dark that drench the violet.
Thus over Her, whom death yet more endears,
Nature and Man together blend their tears.