There Is No Gardening Without Humility

Alfred Austin Said, "show Me Your Garden And I Shall Tell You What You Are."

Pale January Lay In Its Cradle Day By Day Dead Or Living, Hard To Say.

We Are All Alike, And We Love To Keep Passion Aglow At Our Feet, Like One That Sitteth In Shade And Complacently Smiles At The Heat.

From Sunny Woof And Cloudy Weft Fell Rain In Sheets; So, To Myself I Hummed These Hazard Rhymes, And Left The Learned Volume On The Shelf.

Imagination In Poetry, As Distinguished From Mere Fancy Is The Transfiguring Of The Real Or Actual To The Ideal.