Quotes About Gardening

arriving at a mansion with another gate, low and nearly invisible inside its landscape gardening, seeming so much constructed of night itself that at sunrise it might all disappear.

Sleeping, while I am sleeping, if I can sleep, helps as an escape. Tasks, busyness, gardening, tidying up: distractions. Mustn't think, mustn't be conscious, mustn't reflect. This escape from consciousness is at the heart of suicidal energy. It is not wanting to hurt the self. It is simply wanting not to hurt. When I am depressed, it seems that the only way not to hurt is to cease being a center of consciousness.

then flats of marigolds and petunias. Made of sterner stuff, I figured, their sort might survive my regime of horticultural neglect.

Kenneth Robert Livingstone

Most people who possess anything like an acre, or half of it, contribute weekly to the support of a gentleman known as Jobbing Gardener. You are warned of the danger that he may prove to be Garden Pest no 1.

Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses.

Give the dirt a little room.

One is nearer God's heart in a garden Than anywhere else on earth.

We have a thousand hydrangea plants bordering the house, and they were all supposed to be pink, but a handful of them keep turning purple.

One of the least arduous but most productive of gardening jobs, the magic of deadheading never fails to delight me. It was a revelation when the principle was explained to me: that flowers are the attempt by the plant to reproduce itself. So if you cut the heads off before the flower turns into seeds, the plant will continue to flower.

Turns out tomato feed is the gift that keeps on giving. It's good for any plant.

My hobby is gardening, I love it, it's my main hobby. I like being at home and I'm very happy being in my house, I love cooking.

I remember, around age three, peas growing in the back garden. Pinching them from their pods and popping them in the mouth was my first realisation that food came from somewhere other than a shelf.

Good luck with your asparagus.

later—unlike gardeners, who understand rather well that pruning trees strengthens them. Likewise peace—some kind of forced, constrained, non-natural peace—may be costly in lives: just

It is a country where they know how to build houses. A man's wish to be snug in his own little house, which is just for him and his family, and to have a garden which he cultivates himself, is considered quite reasonable, and so the cities are made up of just such little houses.

Is it not the job of the gardener to shape the tree as much as possible? And shouldn't branches that begin to reach unreasonably high be the first to be pruned?

What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.

Time to visit greenhouses, pick out plants, make my gardening selections. It is nearly time to spend a small personal fortune on those few chosen plants I wish to set out in my new garden and ignore all summer.

This is what happens when people like you get all carried away with follow-through: if you gardened like me and just bought a bunch of plants, brought them home and let them die you wouldn't be in this kind of trouble." "You don't have any tomatoes," she pointed out. Which is true enough, I suppose, but then—neither does she.

I must hurry back to my house and my flowers in Monaco.

Gardening is not my thing. You're digging in the dirt, and then a couple of months later, something happens.

Non lessi la prima estate, zappai fagioli