Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest,
most beautiful words of all.
Journals and poems, musings and books, are a vital part of Botanical History.
And, every now and then, people manage to capture the beauty
and the essence of the garden with words...
The Daily Gardener works to find these words,
celebrate them, and share them with you
in a segment of the show called
Think like a Rose
Its fragrant, delicate petals open fully and are ready to fall,
without regret or disillusion,
after only a day in the sun.
It is so every summer.
One can almost hear their pink,
as they settle down upon the grass:
Summer, summer, it will always be summer.
Gardener’s , like everyone else...
live second by second and minute by minute. What we see at one particular moment
is then and there before us. But there is a second way of seeing.
Seeing with the eye of memory, not the eye of our anatomy,
calls up days and seasons past and years gone by.
Gardening is not a rational act...
What matters is the immersion of the hands in the earth,
that ancient ceremony of which the Pope kissing the tarmac is merely a pallid vestigial remnant.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
this is the season of lists and callow hopefulness;
hundreds of thousands of bewitched readers are poring over their catalogs,
making lists . . . and dreaming their dreams.
I have seen women...
looking at jewelry ads with a misty eye and one hand resting on the heart,
and I only know what they’re feeling because that’s how I read the seed catalogs in January.
are always young in spirit, for their minds are fixed on spring when others feel only the bitter sting of winter.
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