Oh, the delights of the garden are gloriously rich indeed!
Surely nothing is quite as thrilling or delightful as stepping out into the garden and gathering luscious lettuce leaves, still moist with dew, or picking bunches of vibrant green and purple basil, fresher than fresh and bursting with flavour…?
...The pungent aroma of different herbs wafting through the air; the buzzing of bees in their never-ending quest for nourishment, and the delicate flitting about of beautiful butterflies to dainty flowers...what could bring more sunshine to the soul?
The garden, boasting its glorious green and brown hues with splashes of yellow, purple and pink dotted here and there, brings so much pleasure and satisfaction to the diligent tender of the soil and worker of the earth…
The garden is a resting place and an eating place – a place to find both contentment and pleasure!
To the gardener, it is the place where he earns his bread by the sweat of his brow and where he feels closest to his creator, the Great Gardener – the Lord of all the earth!
“A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it teaches industry and thrift; above all it teaches entire trust."
“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.”
“Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce.”
“And the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden and there he put the man whom he had formed.”
"No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that that of the garden."
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven..."
"You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt."
"The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land."
"It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves."
Robert Loius Stevenson
"...A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted..."
“However many years she lived, Mary always felt that she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow.”
Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden