Gardening Quotes

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

Thursday, August 6th, 2009
black eyed susan and black dirt

Fondness for the ground comes back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business, eaten dirt, and sown wild-oats, drifted about the world, and taken the wind of all its moods. The love of digging in the ground (or of looking on while he pays another to dig…

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What small potatoes we all are, compared with what we might be!

Saturday, July 25th, 2009
potatoes

I have been digging my potatoes, if anybody cares to know it. I planted them in what are called “Early Rose,”—the rows a little less than three feet apart; but the vines came to an early close in the drought. Digging potatoes is a pleasant, soothing occupation, but not poetical. It is good for the…

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However small it is on the surface, it is four thousand miles deep

Monday, June 15th, 2009
chive flower

There is a great pleasure in working in the soil, apart from the ownership of it. The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the World. He belongs to the producers. It is a pleasure to eat of the fruit of one’s toil, if it be nothing more than…

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Lettuce is like conversation: it must be fresh and crisp, so sparkling that you scarcely notice the bitter in it.

Monday, June 8th, 2009
lettuces

Lettuce, like most talkers, is, however, apt to run rapidly to seed. Blessed is that sort which comes to a head, and so remains, like a few people I know; growing more solid and satisfactory and tender at the same time, and whiter at the center, and crisp in their maturity. Lettuce, like conversation…

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Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations.

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
red flower

Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it. All literature is fragrant with it, in a gentlemanly way. At the foot of the charming olive-covered hills of Tivoli, Horace (not he of Chappaqua) had a sunny farm: it was in sight of…

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Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners

Saturday, March 28th, 2009
garden with poles for vines

…so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality…

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Gardening is the care and feeding of possibilities.

Friday, March 20th, 2009
white double tulip

When I planted those bulbs they looked more like pebbles than flowers, but I knew what I had and what I wanted, and in the damp and dark of October I put them in the ground and gave growth a shot. I love that feeling of doing a good thing and letting it go, trusting that I’ve set it in motion and nature will take its course.

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