A garden is a complex of aesthetic and plastic intentions; and the plant is, to a landscape artist, not only a plant – rare, unusual, ordinary or doomed to disappearance – but it is also a color, a shape, a volume or an arabesque in itself.
There’s something about taking a plow and breaking new ground. It gives you energy.
Gardening is how I relax. It’s another form of creating and playing with colors.
Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.
To dwell is to garden.
If you build up the soil with organic material, the plants will do just fine.
I’ve always felt that having a garden is like having a good and loyal friend.
The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
Gardeners are good at nurturing, and they have a great quality of patience, they’re tender. They have to be persistent.
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
I love being in my garden. I don’t plant a lot of exotic flora, but I do spend a lot of time outside doing manual labour.
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.
Let us not forget that the cultivation of the earth is the most important labor of man. When tillage begins, other arts will follow. The farmers, therefore, are the founders of civilization.
We learn from our gardens to deal with the most urgent question of the time: How much is enough?
Gardening is learning, learning, learning. That’s the fun of them. You’re always learning.
Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.
I do some of my best thinking while pulling weeds.
The secret of improved plant breeding, apart from scientific knowledge, is love.
I love things that are indescribable, like the taste of an avocado or the smell of a gardenia.
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
A garden must combine the poetic and the mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.
The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.
