HERB AND GARDEN QUOTES:
"The Best Plants Come with a Story." --Maria Rodale in
Organic Gardening Magazine, June/July 2006
“People from a planet without flowers would think
we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.” --Iris Murdoch
"We can complain because rose bushes have thorns or rejoice
because thorn bushes have roses." --Abraham Lincoln
"Nature has undoubtedly mastered the art of winter gardening
and even the most experienced gardener can learn frm the unrestrained beauty around them." --Vincent A. Simeone, in "Wonders
of the Winter Landscape
"Occasional drama is what you want in an herbaceous border,
to wake up the sleepy hordes of daisies and well-bred bellflowers." --Anna Pavord, “The New Kitchen Garden”, DK
"In gardening, all things useful are beautiful." --Tovah
Martin, “Victoria” magazine, April 1999
"If I were to name the three most precious resources of
life, I should say books, friends and nature; and the greatest of these, at least the most constant and always at hand, is
nature." --Naturalist, John Burroughs
“You need patience to be a good gardener. If you
don’t have patience, and you stick with gardening, it will teach you patience.” --Bill Turull Jr. as quoted in
“People, Places and Plants” magazine, N.E. / N.Y. Edition, Summer 2005
"I appreciate the misunderstanding I have had with Nature
over my perennial border. I think it is a flower garden; she thinks it is a meadow lacking grass, and tries to correct the
error." --Sara Stein, “My Weeds: A Gardener's Botany” University Press of Florida, 2000
A garden is the interface between the house
and the rest of civilization. Geoffrey Charlesworth
Wherever humans garden magnificently, there
are magnificent heartbreaks. Henry Mitchell
There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners.
A country parson without some knowledge of
is surely as incomplete as a country parsonage without a garden. Canon Henry Ellacombe (1895)
God gave us memories that we may have roses
in December. J. M. Barrie
Men are like plants--they never grow happily
unless they are well cultivated. Charles-Louis de Secondat Montesquieu (1721)
And I beseech you, forget not to informe yourselfe
dilligently as may be, in things that belong to gardening. John Evelyn (1706)
Nothing is more completely the child of Art
than a Garden. Sir Walter Scott
Fathers, instill in your children the garden-mania.
Charles Joseph, Prince de Ligne (1781)
Correct handling of flowers refines the personality.
Gustie L. Herrigel
If one were as good a gardener in practice
as one is in theory, what a garden would one create! V. Sackville-West
It is in society as in nature--not the
useful, but the ornamental, that strikes the imagination. Sir Humphrey Davy (1829)
Odd as it may appear, a gardener does not grow
from seed, shoot, bulb, rhizome, or cutting,
but from experience, surroundings, and natural conditions. Karel Capek
We must cultivate our garden. Voltaire (1758)
To make a great garden, one must have a great
idea or a great opportunity. Sir George Sitwell
O amateurs of gardening, be amateurs of humanity
also. Charles Joseph, Prince de Ligne (1781)
Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary
humanity. John Ruskin
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic.
Man must finish,
and he does so by making a garden and building a wall. Robert Frost
Many things grow in the garden that were never
sown there. Thomas Fuller (1732)
The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer
God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth,
Dorothy Frances Gurney (1858-1932)
The Green Linnet
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
brightest sunshine round me spread
Of spring's unclouded weather,
In this sequestered nook how sweet
To sit upon
And birds and flowers once more to greet,
My last year's friends together.
The Glory of the Garden
Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener's
work is done upon his knees,
So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray
For the Glory of the Garden
that it may not pass away!
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom, rising,
delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle...and from this bush in the door-yard,
blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig, with its flower, I break.
Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops,
delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Edward Thomas (1878-1917)
The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
little clouds go by.
Yet the back yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree--
I could not be so
sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
rain plays a little sellp-song on our roof at night--
And I love the rain.
Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
The gardener in his old brown hands
Turns over the brown earth,
As if he
loves and understands
The flowers before their birth,
The fragile little childish strands
He buries in the earth.
pious children one by one
He sets them head by head,
And draws the clothes, when all is done,
Closely about each
And leaves his children to sleep on
In the one quiet bed.
Arthur Symons (1865-1945)
Under the green hedges, after the snow,
There do the dear little violets grow;
Hiding their modest and
Under the hawthorn in soft mossy beds.
Sweet as the roses and blue as the sky,
Down there do
the dear little violets lie;
Hiding their heads where they scarce may be seen,
By the leaves you may know where the
violet hath been.
John Moultrie (1799-1874)
Ah, Sunflower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun;
after that sweet golden clime,
Where the traveler's journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush.
Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
smelling sweet: and it would be
Like sleeping and yet waking, all at once.
George Eliot (1819-1880)
Who Loves a Garden
Who loves a garden
Finds within his soul
He hears the anthem
of the soil
While ingrates toil;
And sees beyond his little sphere
The waving fronds of heaven, clear.
VOTE FOR AN NATIVE AMERICAN HOLIDAY
say,is the voice of complicity. But silence is impossible. Silence screams. Silence is the message,just as doing nothing is
an act. Let who you are ring out and resonate in every word and deed. Yes,become who you are. There's no sidestepping your
own being or your own responsibility. What you do is who you are. You are your own comeuppance. You become your own message.
You are the message. In the Spirit of Crazy Horse."
Leonard Peltier~ U.S. Federal Prisoner
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep
a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."--John Keats