About Loving, I Have Little To Learn

It Is Always Hard To Hear The Buried Truth From Another Person.

Have The Courage To Write Whatever Your Dream Is For Yourself.

Gardening Is One Of The Rewards Of Middle Age, When One Is Ready For An Impersonal Passion, A Passion That Demands Patience, Acute Awareness Of A World Outside Oneself, And The Power To Keep On Growing Through All The Times Of Drought, Through The Cold Snows, Towards Those Moments Of Pure Joy When All Failures Are Forgotten And The Plum Tree Flowers.

Words Are My Passion / And Out Of Them And Me / I Would Create Beauty.

I Long For The Bulbs To Arrive, For The Early Autumn Chores Are Melancholy, But The Planting Of Bulbs Is The Work Of Hope And Is Always Thrilling.