Take heed of thinking. The farther you go from the church of Rome, the nearer you are to God.
One of the pleasures of being a gardener comes from the enjoyment you get looking at other people's yards.
The sense of smell can be extraordinarily evocative, bringing back pictures as sharp as photographs of scenes that had left the conscious mind.
Every year it seems to me I hear complaints about spring. It is either "late" or "unusually cold," "abnormally dry" or "fantastically wet," for no one is ever willing to admit that there is no such thing as a normal spring.
Anyone starting to garden. . . would be wise to look around carefully and see what grows well in other people's yards.
Scents bring memories, and many memories bring nostalgic pleasure. We would be wise to plan for this when we plant a garden.
March is a month of considerable frustration - it is so near spring and yet across a great deal of the country the weather is still so violent and changeable that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away.
It takes courage to stay young, to make your enthusiasms work for you. Don't let anyone drag you down.
None but those who work are entitled to eat.
Anything organic requires some dose of variability so it can adapt all the time, and fixing things is not a good idea.
In terms of writing, I think what most fiction writers treasure more than anything is the feeling that they're living for the length of a book inside another person.