Hang In There. It Is Astonishing How

I Am Writing In The Garden. To Write As One Should Of A Garden One Must Write Not Outside It Or Merely Somewhere Near It, But In The Garden.

She Did Not Know That This Was The Best Thing She Could Have Done, And She Did Not Know That, When She Began To Walk Quickly Or Even Run Along The Paths And Down The Avenue, She Was Stirring Her Slow Blood And Making Herself Stronger By Fighting With The Wind Which Swept Down From The Moor.

When Mary Lennox Was Sent To Misselthwaite Manor To Live With Her Uncle Everybody Said She Was The Most Disagreeable-looking Child Ever Seen. It Was True Too . . . She Was As Tyrannical And Selfish A Little Pig As Ever Lived.

Hang In There. It Is Astonishing How Short A Time It Can Take For Very Wonderful Things To Happen.

As Long As You Have A Garden You Have A Future And As Long As You Have A Future You Are Alive.