It Is No Use Asking Me Or

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.

It Has Taken Me Half A Lifetime Merely To Find Out What Is Best Worth Doing, And A Good Slice Out Of Another Half To Puzzle Out The Ways Of Doing It.

If You Take Any Flower You Please And Look It Over And Turn It About And Smell It And Feel It And Try To Find Out All Its Little Secrets, Not Of Flower Only But Of Leaf, Bud And Stem As Well, You Will Discover Many Wonderful Things. This Is How You Make Friends With Plants, And Very Good Friends You Will Find Them To The End Of Our Lives.

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'.

The Love Of Gardening Is A Seed Once Sown That Never Dies.