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One Fine October Morning
by Anonymous One fine October morning In September, last July The sun lay thick upon the ground The snow shone in the sky The flowers were singing gaily The birds were full in bloom So I went down to the cellar To clean the upstairs room — Anonymous As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words…
July Folklore
by Anonymous Never trust a July sky. Never trust the sky in the month of July. As July, so next January. If the 1st of July be rainy weather, it will rain more or less for three weeks together. If ant hills are high in July, the coming winter will be hard. Whatever July and…
A July Afternoon by the Pond
by Walt Whitman The fervent heat, but so much more endurable in this pure air — the white and pink pond-blossoms, with great heart-shaped leaves; the glassy waters of the creek, the banks, with dense bushery, and the picturesque beeches and shade and turf; the tremulous, reedy call of some bird from recesses, breaking the…
When To Sow
by Vita Sackville-West When skies are gentle, breezes bland. When loam that’s warm within the hand Falls friable between the tines. Sow hollyhocks and columbines. The tufted pansy, and the tall Snapdragon in the broken wall. Not for this summer, but for next. Since foresight is the gardener’s text. And though his eyes may never…
I Love My Garden, And I Love Working In It
by Lucy Maud Montgomery I love my garden, and I love working in it. To potter with green growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation, I think. Just now my garden is like faith – the substance of things hoped for. As…
Gardens Are Not Made by Singing
by Rudyard Kipling Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful!’ and sitting in the shade. As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all. Rudyard Kipling Related posts: Flowers Reflect the Human Search for Meaning Ah, Summer Newcomers Who Could Ask for More?…
Garden Failures
by Eleanor Perenyi It takes a while to grasp that not all failures are self-imposed, the result of ignorance, carelessness or inexperience. It takes a while to grasp that a garden isn’t a testing ground for character and to stop asking, what did I do wrong? Maybe nothing. As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words…
A Place at the Table
by Susan Rebecca White She keeps walking, so I keep following, making our way down a stone path that leads to a set of tiered gardens. It is magical back here, garden after garden, the first filled with herbs like Mama grows, rosemary and lavender and mint and sage. Beyond that is a rose garden.…
Bed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past me…
Deep Summer
by Sam Keen Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability. As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all. Same Keen Related posts: Flowers Reflect the Human Search for Meaning Ah, Summer Newcomers Who Could Ask for More? A Different Drummer
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