Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.
True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root.
In the garden the door is always open into the "holy" - growth, birth, death. Every flower holds the whole mystery in its short cycle, and in the garden we are never far away from death, the fertilizing, good, creative death.
In the garden the door is always open into the holy.
Gardening is the instrument of grace.
I am not a greedy person except about flowers and plants, and then I become fanatically greedy.
Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything - except itself.
Gardening is an instrument of grace.