Quotes About Gardening

She is fond of greens who kisses the gardener.

When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.

I love to prune. I have a physical need to do things.

My favorite thing is to hang out at my house, be on my beautiful property, prune bushes, take a long walk, build a fire, and read.

I de-stress with my family, just at home pruning roses, cutting, working in the garden.

When I'm sifting the compost seed or pruning, I argue over issues in my head; I talk to myself.

Putting your hands in the earth is very grounding, if you'll excuse the pun.

I'm clueless when it comes to flowers.

I abhor a hoe. I am fond of flowers but not of dirt, and had rather buy them than cultivate them.

Might I, quavered Mary, might I have a bit of earth?

If you have never had a garden you cannot understand, and if you have had a garden you will know that it would take a whole book to describe all that came to pass there.

The robin was tremendously busy. He was very much pleased to see gardening begun on his own estate. He had often wondered at Ben Weatherstaff. Where gardening is done all sorts of delightful things to eat are turned up with the soil. Now here was this new kind of creature who was not half Ben's size and yet had had the sense to come into his garden and begin at once.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow.

She went from place to place, and dug and weeded, and enjoyed herself so immensely that she was led on from bed to bed and into the grass under the trees. The exercise made her so warm that she first threw her coat off, and then her hat, and without knowing it she was smiling down on to the grass and the pale green points all the time.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

It's the best fun I ever had in my life—shut in here an' wakenin' up a garden.

I used always to be tired. When I dig I'm not tired at all. I like to smell the earth when it's turned up [...] There's naught as nice as th' smell o' good clean earth, except th' smell o' fresh growin' things when th' rain falls on 'em

Donde cuides una rosa, muchacho, No puede crecer un cardo

The robin was tremendously busy. He was very much pleased to see gardening begun on his own estate. He had often wondered at Ben Weatherstaff. Where gardening is done all sorts of delightful things to eat are turned up with the soil. Now here was this new kind of creature who was not half Ben's size and yet had had the sense to come into his garden and begin at once.

I have never understood why so many gardeners favour straight lines and narrow, regulated borders; perhaps they think wildness could work only in a larger space.

I love having my hands in the dirt. It is never a science and always an art. There are no rules. And if it comes down to me versus that weed I'm trying to pull out of the ground that doesn't want to come out? I know I'll win.

I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening; instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.

Apples hate strong wind and damp, cold soil so try and place them on well-drained, rich soil in a sheltered position.