The Love Of Gardening Is A Seed

There Is Always In February Some One Day, At Least, When One Smells The Yet Distant, But Surely Coming, Summer.

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

What Is One To Say About June, The Time Of Perfect Young Summer, The Fulfillment Of The Promise Of The Earlier Months, And With As Yet No Sign To Remind One That Its Fresh Young Beauty Will Ever Fade.

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.

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