To the landscape architect a rock garden. . . appears. . . the work of a lunatic.
Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration. . . in the very teeth of winter.
In his garden every man may be his own artist without apology or explanation. Each within his green enclosure is a creator, and no two shall reach the same conclusion; nor shall we, any more than other creative workers, be ever wholly satisfied with our accomplishment. Ever a season ahead of us floats the vision of perfection and herein lies its perennial charm.
While working among the little plants of the far places of the world we forget the narrowness of our own orbit.
He lacks much who has no aptitude for idleness.
In one's garden a person may be one's own artist without apology or explanation. Here is one spot where each may experience the romance of possibility.
A garden full of sweet odours is a garden full of charm, a most precious kind of charm not to be implanted by mere skill in horticulture or power of purse, and which is beyond explaining. It is born of sensitive and very personal preferences yet its appeal is almost universal.
The gardens of my youth were fragrant gardens and it is their sweetness rather than their patterns of their furnishings that I now most clearly recall.
In his garden, every man may be his own artist without apology or explanation.
Waka Flocka Flame
Levy Mwanawasa
Ronnie Radke
Berenice Marlohe
Alfred Hershey
George Michael
David Bohm
Robert D. Kaplan
Bernie Parent
Julia Mancuso
Warren E. Burger
Walter Lang
