He plants trees to benefit another generation.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.
Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.
The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest.
I don’t like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It’s just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.
A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.
It is like the seed put in the soil – the more one sows, the greater the harvest.
Someone’s sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.
In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.
A good garden may have some weeds.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.
God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.
A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness it teaches industry and thrift above all it teaches entire trust.
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.
I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul, to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience, for novelty or for nostalgia, but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.
A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Gardening is how I relax. It’s another form of creating and playing with colors.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
My neighbour asked if he could use my lawnmower and I told him of course he could, so long as he didn’t take it out of my garden.
A garden is a complex of aesthetic and plastic intentions and the plant is, to a landscape artist, not only a plant – rare, unusual, ordinary or doomed to disappearance – but it is also a color, a shape, a volume or an arabesque in itself.
The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.
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.
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
What’s a butterfly garden without butterflies?
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
But if each man could have his own house, a large garden to cultivate and healthy surroundings – then, I thought, there will be for them a better opportunity of a happy family life.
To dwell is to garden.
Plants that wake when others sleep. Timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
All gardening is landscape painting.
Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
I do some of my best thinking while pulling weeds.
If we had paid no more attention to our plants than we have to our children, we would now be living in a jungle of weed.
Gardening is not a rational act.
Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.
I plant a lot of trees. I am a great believer in planting things for future generations. I loathe the now culture where you just live for today.
The secret of improved plant breeding, apart from scientific knowledge, is love.
Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path.
The garden, by design, is concerned with both the interior and the land beyond the garden.
The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.
Use plants to bring life.
What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.
When a finished work of 20th century sculpture is placed in an 18th century garden, it is absorbed by the ideal representation of the past, thus reinforcing political and social values that are no longer with us.
A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.
A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.
I love decorating my home. I’m a gardener too, so that’s usually something I have to play catch up with.
Well tended garden is better than a neglected wood lot.
If a tree dies, plant another in its place.
Working with plants, trees, fences and walls, if they practice sincerely they will attain enlightenment.
If you build up the soil with organic material, the plants will do just fine.
I loved to get all dusty and ride horses and plant potatoes and cotton.
Garden as though you will live forever.
I am sure that if you plant the trees back again, it will do nothing but good.
One lifetime is never enough to accomplish one’s horticultural goals. If a garden is a site for the imagination, how can we be very far from the beginning?
I don’t divide architecture, landscape and gardening to me they are one.
There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.
I loathe gardening, but I love gardens, and I have two beautiful gardens. I can not bear gardening, but I love gardens.
I’ve come to recognize what I call my ‘inside interests.’ Telling stories. And helping people tell their stories is a sort of interpersonal gardening. My work at NBC News was to report the news, but in hindsight, I often tried to look for some insight to share that might spark a moment of recognition in a viewer.
I am a particular fan of integrative exercise – that is, exercise that occurs in the course of doing some productive activity such as gardening, bicycling to work, doing home improvement projects and so on.
My passion for gardening may strike some as selfish, or merely an act of resignation in the face of overwhelming problems that beset the world. It is neither. I have found that each garden is just what Voltaire proposed in Candide: a microcosm of a just and beautiful society.
In the world at large, people are rewarded or punished in ways that are often utterly random. In the garden, cause and effect, labor and reward, are re-coupled. Gardening makes sense in a senseless world. By extension, then, the more gardens in the world, the more justice, the more sense is created.
Gardening is not trivial. If you believe that it is, closely examine why you feel that way. You may discover that this attitude has been forced upon you by mass media and the crass culture it creates and maintains. The fact is, gardening is just the opposite – it is, or should be, a central, basic expression of human life.
I do the gardening.
I got a little house in East L.A. and did the gardening. I was doing some acting here and there, doing my own thing… getting back to reality.
My hobby is gardening, I love it, it’s my main hobby. I like being at home and I’m very happy being in my house, I love cooking.
I have to keep up with the scientific literature as part of my job, but increasingly I found myself reading things that weren’t really relevant to my academic work, but were relevant to gardening.
I don’t hold that everybody has to love fashion. Some people like gardening.
I’m pretty good at gardening. It consumes my time, and it feels like I’m doing something constructive.
Gardening has just sort of grown on me. I find it therapeutic. And I like smelly things.
I’m not surfing much anymore, but I love hiking and gardening, and I’m always wearing a hat and sunblock.
The space and light up there in Norfolk is wonderfully peaceful. I find myself doing funny things like gardening, and cooking, which I rarely do in London.
Many talk about a guest worker program. I think most reasonable people believe that a guest worker program in the farming industry, perhaps in the gardening and landscape industries, is reasonable.
Somebody informed me recently that the key to every art, from writing to gardening to sculpture, is creativity. I beg to differ.
I love a lot of things, and I’m pretty much obsessive about most things I do, whether it be gardening, or architecture, or music. I’d be an obsessive hairdresser.
I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees – just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.
My favorite hobby is being alone. I like to be alone. I also like dancing, fishing, playing poker sometimes and vegetable gardening – corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, I have a big garden every year.
My hobbies are cooking and gardening, especially growing orchids. I love soccer, my husband and I support a British team called Chelsea, and I also enjoy tennis. We have 3 cats.
Overall, the anarchy was the most creative of all periods of Japanese culture for in it there appeared the greatest landscape painting, the culmination of the skill of landscape gardening and the arts of flower arrangement, and the No drama.
Rock ‘n’ Roll, no roses or gardening.
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.
Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France – that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?
In the world at large, people are rewarded or punished in ways that are often utterly random. In the garden, cause and effect, labor and reward, are re-coupled. Gardening makes sense in a senseless world. By extension, then, the more gardens in the world, the more justice, the more sense is created.
I am a particular fan of integrative exercise – that is, exercise that occurs in the course of doing some productive activity such as gardening, bicycling to work, doing home improvement projects and so on.
Gardening is not trivial. If you believe that it is, closely examine why you feel that way. You may discover that this attitude has been forced upon you by mass media and the crass culture it creates and maintains. The fact is, gardening is just the opposite – it is, or should be, a central, basic expression of human life.
Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.
I’ve never really understood the criticism that climbing is inherently selfish, since it could equally be argued about virtually any other hobby or sport. Is gardening selfish?
In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.
The earth is rocky and full of roots it’s clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you’ll never see it again – it’s death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil.
I got a little house in East L.A. and did the gardening. I was doing some acting here and there, doing my own thing… getting back to reality.
I love gardening, and I love cooking. I love things like that. I love creating things.
I like to encourage people interested in gardening or planting to begin with a simple herb garden. Even if you live in a small apartment, you can have some herb pots.
I read, go for walks and I love to garden. My hands are such a mess. People think I should have movie star hands, but they’re just gardening ones. Always slightly grubby and with a bit of dirt under the fingernails.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
If your knees aren’t green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.
You have to get up and plant the seed and see if it grows, but you can’t just wait around, you have to water it and take care of it.
I also like to garden. I grow things, vegetables, flowers… I particularly like orchids. I raise orchids.
I enjoy painting, cutting the lawn and working in the garden when I have time. That’s therapy for me. I enjoy working with my hands.
If I’m in the country, my big idea is to do nothing. It means talking, it means cooking with the leftovers in the fridge – l’art d’accommoder les restes – it means gardening.
Perhaps the CDC should quit spending money on things like jazzercise, urban gardening, and massage therapy and direct that money to where it’s appropriate in protecting the health of the American people.
I’m not surfing much anymore, but I love hiking and gardening, and I’m always wearing a hat and sunblock.
What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.
If a tree dies, plant another in its place.
The cottage garden most for use designed, Yet not of beauty destitute.
Let us not forget that the cultivation of the earth is the most important labor of man. When tillage begins, other arts will follow. The farmers, therefore, are the founders of civilization.
Cooking and gardening involve so many disciplines: math, chemistry, reading, history.
Clarity is the most important thing. I can compare clarity to pruning in gardening. You know, you need to be clear. If you are not clear, nothing is going to happen. You have to be clear. Then you have to be confident about your vision. And after that, you just have to put a lot of work in.
I am not quite Martha Stewart, but I do like cooking and gardening.
I loathe gardening, but I love gardens, and I have two beautiful gardens. I can not bear gardening, but I love gardens.
When I go into the garden, I forget everything. It’s uncomplicated in my world of gardening. It’s trial and error, really. If something doesn’t work, it comes out, and you start all over again.
I am so longing to be domestic,, cooking stew, gardening, hopefully having some children, painting, sitting still in one place.
My favorite hobby is being alone. I like to be alone. I also like dancing, fishing, playing poker sometimes and vegetable gardening – corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, I have a big garden every year.
Because I am really interested in gardening, I do really interesting plants, not even always flowers. And because I have grown them, I really know them like friends. I paint everything from exotic orchids to rosehips growing wild in a hedge. They just have to speak to me.
My neighbour asked if he could use my lawnmower and I told him of course he could, so long as he didn’t take it out of my garden.
One lifetime is never enough to accomplish one’s horticultural goals. If a garden is a site for the imagination, how can we be very far from the beginning?
God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.
Many talk about a guest worker program. I think most reasonable people believe that a guest worker program in the farming industry, perhaps in the gardening and landscape industries, is reasonable.
A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
I love a lot of things, and I’m pretty much obsessive about most things I do, whether it be gardening, or architecture, or music. I’d be an obsessive hairdresser.
Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.
I like solitary pursuits, such as reading or pottering about in the garden.
Gardening is learning, learning, learning. That’s the fun of them. You’re always learning.
I think we all have a dream of what it would be like not to work and grow heirloom tomatoes, and I do have that dream. It would be lovely. I do love gardening and all of that, but I do love my work.
The lesson I have thoroughly learnt, and wish to pass on to others, is to know the enduring happiness that the love of a garden gives.
Cooking, decorating, diet/self-help and gardening books are guilty pleasures and useful time fillers.
I love planting. I love digging holes, putting plants in, tapping them in. And I love weeding, but I don’t like tidying up the garden afterwards.
I love being in my garden. I don’t plant a lot of exotic flora, but I do spend a lot of time outside doing manual labour.
I’ve come to recognize what I call my ‘inside interests.’ Telling stories. And helping people tell their stories is a sort of interpersonal gardening. My work at NBC News was to report the news, but in hindsight, I often tried to look for some insight to share that might spark a moment of recognition in a viewer.
Gardening is not my thing. You’re digging in the dirt, and then a couple of months later, something happens.
From my earliest memories, I loved the farm. My grandfather was a charter subscriber to Rodale’s Organic Gardening and Farming Magazine and had a huge, well kept garden with an octagonal chicken house in the corner.
I came to London. I spent nine months doing domestic work and gardening because I knew I wanted to get a West End show. So, when I was offered jobs in Stoke or Leicester or whatever, I’d say no. Eventually, I got ‘Godspell.’ It was gently building.
My life is gardening, cleaning around the house and power washing.
At home, I relax by gardening, or just pottering.
If you build up the soil with organic material, the plants will do just fine.
No one will understand a Japanese garden until you’ve walked through one, and you hear the crunch underfoot, and you smell it, and you experience it over time. Now there’s no photograph or any movie that can give you that experience.
Overall, the anarchy was the most creative of all periods of Japanese culture for in it there appeared the greatest landscape painting, the culmination of the skill of landscape gardening and the arts of flower arrangement, and the No drama.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
The secret of improved plant breeding, apart from scientific knowledge, is love.
A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.
I don’t divide architecture, landscape and gardening to me they are one.
The profession I have keeps dragging me into drama and taking me away from baking, flowering and gardening.
In many ways, theatre is more rewarding for a writer. I used to think it was like painting a wall – that when the play is finished, it’s done – but now I realise it’s more like gardening you plant the thing, then you have to constantly tend it. You’re part of a thing that’s living.
A generation before, it had been sagebrush and coyotes a generation later, it was a burgeoning movie town. But for that brief idyllic time in 1910, Hollywood looked like the perfect place for a successful writer to settle down, build his dream house, and maybe do some gardening.
I have to keep up with the scientific literature as part of my job, but increasingly I found myself reading things that weren’t really relevant to my academic work, but were relevant to gardening.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Without doubt, without hesitation, I choose gardening over the gym. I can’t stand going to the gym. It doesn’t appeal to me at all. Give me gardening every time.
Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.
As I grew steadily more comfortable in the kitchen, I found that, much like gardening, most cooking manages to be agreeably absorbing without being too demanding intellectually. It leaves plenty of mental space for daydreaming and reflection.
I need my friends, I need my house, I need my garden.
I am sure that if you plant the trees back again, it will do nothing but good.
The Herbs ought to be distilled when they are in their greatest vigor, and so ought the Flowers also.
I have an armchair interest in gardening, but I don’t like to get my knees dirty. I don’t have a garden.
Every time I imagine a garden in an architectural setting, it turns into a magical place. I think of gardens I have seen, that I believe I have seen, that I long to see, surrounded by simple walls, columns, arcades or the facades of buildings – sheltered places of great intimacy where I want to stay for a long time.
Everyone wants instant everything, and they want instant success, but I always think you should treat things in the arts like a garden, and let them grow.
Living in New York after 14 years, I’m such an outdoors kind of person. I love gardening and building things. I like restoring old furniture.
When a finished work of 20th century sculpture is placed in an 18th century garden, it is absorbed by the ideal representation of the past, thus reinforcing political and social values that are no longer with us.
When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
Gardeners are good at nurturing, and they have a great quality of patience, they’re tender. They have to be persistent.
Gardening always has been an art, essentially.
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.
Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.
I don’t see my artist friends as any more neurotic or addiction-prone than the others. The roommates I have had who were into triathlons or environmentalism were just as crazy as the poets, just as prone to tears over gardening or air conditioners, just as ready to kite a cheque or binge on cookie dough.
Fertilizer does no good in a heap, but a little spread around works miracles all over.
One marked feature of the people, both high and low, is a love for flowers.
Sometimes, as is the case of peach and plum trees, which are often dwarfed, the plants are thrown into a flowering states, and then, as they flower freely year after year, they have little inclination to make vigorous growth.
Somebody informed me recently that the key to every art, from writing to gardening to sculpture, is creativity. I beg to differ.
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I’d see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
A garden is a complex of aesthetic and plastic intentions and the plant is, to a landscape artist, not only a plant – rare, unusual, ordinary or doomed to disappearance – but it is also a color, a shape, a volume or an arabesque in itself.
I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees – just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.
Behold, my friends, the spring is come the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
Cell culture is a little like gardening. You sit and you look at cells, and then you see something and say, ‘You know, that doesn’t look right’.
The garden, by design, is concerned with both the interior and the land beyond the garden.
I’m pretty good at gardening. It consumes my time, and it feels like I’m doing something constructive.
I love decorating my home. I’m a gardener too, so that’s usually something I have to play catch up with.
I just planted the family vegetables yesterday. You name it, I grow it.
No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden.
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.
One of the least arduous but most productive of gardening jobs, the magic of deadheading never fails to delight me. It was a revelation when the principle was explained to me: that flowers are the attempt by the plant to reproduce itself. So if you cut the heads off before the flower turns into seeds, the plant will continue to flower.
I don’t like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It’s just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
The more help a person has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.
It’s true that I have a wide range of interests. I like to write and paint and make music and go walking on my own and garden. In fact, gardening is probably what I enjoy doing more than anything else.
We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest.
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
