A Garden Is A Grand Teacher... Above

More Than Half A Century Has Passed, And Yet Each Spring, When I Wander Into The Primrose Wood, I See The Pale Yellow Blooms And Smell Their Sweetest Scent - For A Moment I Am Seven Years Old Again And Wandering In That Fragrant Wood.

To Plant And Maintain A Flower Border, With A Good Scheme For Colour, Is By No Means The Easy Thing That Is Commonly Supposed.

The Good Gardener Knows With Absolute Certainty That If He Does His Part, If He Gives The Labour, The Love, And Every Aid That His Knowledge Of His Craft, Experience Of The Conditions Of His Place, And Exercise Of His Personal Wit Can Work Together To Suggest, That So Surely Will God Give The Increase. Then With The Honestly-earned Success Comes The Consciousness Of Encouragement To Renewed Effort, And, As It Were, An Echo Of The Gracious Words, 'well Done My Good And Faithful Servant'.

There Is No Spot Of Ground, However Arid, Bare Or Ugly, That Cannot Be Tamed Into Such A State As May Give An Impression Of Beauty And Delight.

A Garden Is A Grand Teacher... Above All It Teaches Entire Trust.