Gardening is not trivial. If you believe that it is, closely examine why you feel that way. You may discover that this attitude has been forced upon you by mass media and the crass culture it creates and maintains. The fact is, gardening is just the opposite – it is, or should be, a central, basic expression of human life.
Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.
Software is like gardening – one day I’ll go behind the shed and clean up. But if nobody ever goes there, does it matter a lot?
If you build up the soil with organic material, the plants will do just fine.
Won’t you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
If a tree dies, plant another in its place.
A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.
You have to get up and plant the seed and see if it grows, but you can’t just wait around, you have to water it and take care of it.
I’m pretty good at gardening. It consumes my time, and it feels like I’m doing something constructive.
I plant a lot of trees. I am a great believer in planting things for future generations. I loathe the now culture where you just live for today.
No one will understand a Japanese garden until you’ve walked through one, and you hear the crunch underfoot, and you smell it, and you experience it over time. Now there’s no photograph or any movie that can give you that experience.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
As I grew steadily more comfortable in the kitchen, I found that, much like gardening, most cooking manages to be agreeably absorbing without being too demanding intellectually. It leaves plenty of mental space for daydreaming and reflection.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening; instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.
My favorite hobby is being alone. I like to be alone. I also like dancing, fishing, playing poker sometimes and vegetable gardening – corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, I have a big garden every year.
The secret of improved plant breeding, apart from scientific knowledge, is love.
Gardening always has been an art, essentially.
I grew up at my grandmother’s house, and she had a beautiful garden. I used to hate mowing the lawn and weeding, which is what you do when you’re a kid. I loathe gardening, but I love gardens, and I have two beautiful gardens.
My life is gardening, cleaning around the house and power washing.
Mid-afternoon, I’ll go out and do the household errands, come home, do my gardening, go for an evening walk.
I’ve always felt that having a garden is like having a good and loyal friend.
I’ve always loved the woods, and I’ve always loved gardening and a lot of solitude and quiet.
The more help a person has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.
Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
I do some of my best thinking while pulling weeds.
I like solitary pursuits, such as reading or pottering about in the garden.
When I go into the garden, I forget everything. It’s uncomplicated in my world of gardening. It’s trial and error, really. If something doesn’t work, it comes out, and you start all over again.
No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden.
The flower which is single need not envy the thorns that are numerous.
The earth is rocky and full of roots; it’s clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you’ll never see it again – it’s death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil.
I don’t like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It’s just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
In many ways, theatre is more rewarding for a writer. I used to think it was like painting a wall – that when the play is finished, it’s done – but now I realise it’s more like gardening; you plant the thing, then you have to constantly tend it. You’re part of a thing that’s living.
Well tended garden is better than a neglected wood lot.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
I love planting. I love digging holes, putting plants in, tapping them in. And I love weeding, but I don’t like tidying up the garden afterwards.
I’ve never really understood the criticism that climbing is inherently selfish, since it could equally be argued about virtually any other hobby or sport. Is gardening selfish?
A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.
A weed is but an unloved flower.
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
I think in the same way when I’m cooking, when I’m gardening, when I’m choosing fabrics. It’s a way of living.
I like to encourage people interested in gardening or planting to begin with a simple herb garden. Even if you live in a small apartment, you can have some herb pots.
Gardening is learning, learning, learning. That’s the fun of them. You’re always learning.
Everyone wants instant everything, and they want instant success, but I always think you should treat things in the arts like a garden, and let them grow.
Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Gardening gloves are for sissies. I always have dirt under my nails.
My passion for gardening may strike some as selfish, or merely an act of resignation in the face of overwhelming problems that beset the world. It is neither. I have found that each garden is just what Voltaire proposed in Candide: a microcosm of a just and beautiful society.
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.
One marked feature of the people, both high and low, is a love for flowers.
We learn from our gardens to deal with the most urgent question of the time: How much is enough?
The lesson I have thoroughly learnt, and wish to pass on to others, is to know the enduring happiness that the love of a garden gives.
I need my friends, I need my house, I need my garden.
My extravagance is my garden – it’s the first thing I look at every morning when I wake up. It gives me so much pleasure.
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.
Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
I love gardening, and I love cooking. I love things like that. I love creating things.
I also like to garden. I grow things, vegetables, flowers… I particularly like orchids. I raise orchids.
When a finished work of 20th century sculpture is placed in an 18th century garden, it is absorbed by the ideal representation of the past, thus reinforcing political and social values that are no longer with us.
A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.
Every time I imagine a garden in an architectural setting, it turns into a magical place. I think of gardens I have seen, that I believe I have seen, that I long to see, surrounded by simple walls, columns, arcades or the facades of buildings – sheltered places of great intimacy where I want to stay for a long time.
I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I’d see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.
Fertilizer does no good in a heap, but a little spread around works miracles all over.
My parents were/are straight-edge hippies. Mom roamed around gardening so we would have fresh food, and Dad was on wood-chopping duty to heat our passive solar home that they figured out how to design and build together. I was the kid with green peppers in my lunch, and I liked them!
I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.
The garden, by design, is concerned with both the interior and the land beyond the garden.
A generation before, it had been sagebrush and coyotes; a generation later, it was a burgeoning movie town. But for that brief idyllic time in 1910, Hollywood looked like the perfect place for a successful writer to settle down, build his dream house, and maybe do some gardening.
The profession I have keeps dragging me into drama and taking me away from baking, flowering and gardening.
I have to keep up with the scientific literature as part of my job, but increasingly I found myself reading things that weren’t really relevant to my academic work, but were relevant to gardening.
It’s my observation that gardeners and gardening for a very long time have had to take a back seat. Architects are very famous; they’ve got huge projects. What goes on in and around them has been relegated to a very minor role.
I enjoy painting, cutting the lawn and working in the garden when I have time. That’s therapy for me. I enjoy working with my hands.
I don’t divide architecture, landscape and gardening; to me they are one.
Very early, I thought I would go into music, but I was aware that it would bring a set of obstacles I didn’t find particularly attractive. Also, I’m not a great performer! For a while, I thought I would do something in landscape gardening. But it was always fashion for me.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
I got a little house in East L.A. and did the gardening. I was doing some acting here and there, doing my own thing… getting back to reality.
I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.
Without doubt, without hesitation, I choose gardening over the gym. I can’t stand going to the gym. It doesn’t appeal to me at all. Give me gardening every time.
Plant and your spouse plants with you; weed and you weed alone.
I came to London. I spent nine months doing domestic work and gardening because I knew I wanted to get a West End show. So, when I was offered jobs in Stoke or Leicester or whatever, I’d say no. Eventually, I got ‘Godspell.’ It was gently building.
Gardeners are good at nurturing, and they have a great quality of patience, they’re tender. They have to be persistent.
To dwell is to garden.
I like gardening – it’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.
My partner loves gardening and beekeeping and chickens and all that stuff.
A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it teaches industry and thrift; above all it teaches entire trust.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
Well I do find the beauty in animals. I find beauty everywhere. I find beauty in my garden.
There’s something about beautiful moments in sports that alters our experience of time. And I’d say the same thing about poetry and gardening. Gardening slows me down. I want to stop and observe everything.
At home, I relax by gardening, or just pottering.
Cooking, decorating, diet/self-help and gardening books are guilty pleasures and useful time fillers.
Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path.
Flowers are happy things.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
Clarity is the most important thing. I can compare clarity to pruning in gardening. You know, you need to be clear. If you are not clear, nothing is going to happen. You have to be clear. Then you have to be confident about your vision. And after that, you just have to put a lot of work in.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.
I love Michel Roux, Jr., and James Martin – the chefs who are experts in their own right, like Rick Stein on fish. But I don’t watch them very much because I don’t think it’s fair for my husband to be in a total food environment all the time! So we watch programmes about gardening more.
The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.
I like the physical activity of gardening. It’s kind of thrilling. I do a lot of weeding.
Gardening is a working meditation for me. It helps me remember process, and it helps me remember patience.
I don’t hold that everybody has to love fashion. Some people like gardening.
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.
God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.
Gardening is how I relax. It’s another form of creating and playing with colors.
I don’t see my artist friends as any more neurotic or addiction-prone than the others. The roommates I have had who were into triathlons or environmentalism were just as crazy as the poets, just as prone to tears over gardening or air conditioners, just as ready to kite a cheque or binge on cookie dough.
In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.
He plants trees to benefit another generation.
There’s something about taking a plow and breaking new ground. It gives you energy.
A good garden may have some weeds.
I love things that are indescribable, like the taste of an avocado or the smell of a gardenia.
It’s true that I have a wide range of interests. I like to write and paint and make music and go walking on my own and garden. In fact, gardening is probably what I enjoy doing more than anything else.
It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.
Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
The most lasting and pure gladness comes to me from my gardens.
When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.
Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.
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!
The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.
We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest.
I just planted the family vegetables yesterday. You name it, I grow it.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
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.
Working with plants, trees, fences and walls, if they practice sincerely they will attain enlightenment.
One lifetime is never enough to accomplish one’s horticultural goals. If a garden is a site for the imagination, how can we be very far from the beginning?
Use plants to bring life.
All gardening is landscape painting.
If I’m in the country, my big idea is to do nothing. It means talking, it means cooking with the leftovers in the fridge – l’art d’accommoder les restes – it means gardening.
I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees – just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.
I find myself listening to Talk Talk on repeat while I’m doing gardening in upstate New York. Their music is so languid, and I just love his voice.
I adore gardening and plan to take it up properly when I have a bit more time on my hands. Until then, I love pottering in garden centres. I’m totally low maintenance. I don’t ask for fancy plants, just basic, long-lasting shrubs that look nice. But I am particular about flowers.
Gardening is not my thing. You’re digging in the dirt, and then a couple of months later, something happens.
I think we all have a dream of what it would be like not to work and grow heirloom tomatoes, and I do have that dream. It would be lovely. I do love gardening and all of that, but I do love my work.
I loathe gardening, but I love gardens, and I have two beautiful gardens. I can not bear gardening, but I love gardens.
I’m huge on spring and summer gardening. I’m really proud of my perennial beds. That’s a passion of mine.
There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.
Somebody informed me recently that the key to every art, from writing to gardening to sculpture, is creativity. I beg to differ.
Perhaps the CDC should quit spending money on things like jazzercise, urban gardening, and massage therapy and direct that money to where it’s appropriate in protecting the health of the American people.
My hobby is gardening, I love it, it’s my main hobby. I like being at home and I’m very happy being in my house, I love cooking.
There is nothing I like better at the end of a hot summer’s day than taking a short walk around the garden. You can smell the heat coming up from the earth to meet the cooler night air.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
Cooking and gardening involve so many disciplines: math, chemistry, reading, history.
A lawn is nature under totalitarian rule.
I do the gardening.
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.
Sometimes, as is the case of peach and plum trees, which are often dwarfed, the plants are thrown into a flowering states, and then, as they flower freely year after year, they have little inclination to make vigorous growth.
The Herbs ought to be distilled when they are in their greatest vigor, and so ought the Flowers also.
Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France – that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.
A garden must combine the poetic and the mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.
A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.
The English may love gardening and fishing, but they have never struck me as being close to nature. Their way of expression is ‘the hollyhocks are awfully good’ sort of thing, all done in very good taste. The savagery of nature is something they don’t dwell upon.
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.
A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit.
My neighbour asked if he could use my lawnmower and I told him of course he could, so long as he didn’t take it out of my garden.
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.
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.
There is some risk to increase birth defects if you do a lot of outdoor gardening when you are pregnant. That can increase rates of toxoplasmosis.
What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.
In the world at large, people are rewarded or punished in ways that are often utterly random. In the garden, cause and effect, labor and reward, are re-coupled. Gardening makes sense in a senseless world. By extension, then, the more gardens in the world, the more justice, the more sense is created.
I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.
The cottage garden; most for use designed, Yet not of beauty destitute.
Gardening is not a rational act.
If your knees aren’t green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.
I loved to get all dusty and ride horses and plant potatoes and cotton.
I have an armchair interest in gardening, but I don’t like to get my knees dirty. I don’t have a garden.
I’m mad about gardening. I have an allotment on the other side of Hampstead Heath, and I keep three hens in my garden.
But if each man could have his own house, a large garden to cultivate and healthy surroundings – then, I thought, there will be for them a better opportunity of a happy family life.
The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.
A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.
One of the least arduous but most productive of gardening jobs, the magic of deadheading never fails to delight me. It was a revelation when the principle was explained to me: that flowers are the attempt by the plant to reproduce itself. So if you cut the heads off before the flower turns into seeds, the plant will continue to flower.
I’ve come to recognize what I call my ‘inside interests.’ Telling stories. And helping people tell their stories is a sort of interpersonal gardening. My work at NBC News was to report the news, but in hindsight, I often tried to look for some insight to share that might spark a moment of recognition in a viewer.
I still love farming and gardening and things like that in the summertime.
From my earliest memories, I loved the farm. My grandfather was a charter subscriber to Rodale’s Organic Gardening and Farming Magazine and had a huge, well kept garden with an octagonal chicken house in the corner.
Garden as though you will live forever.
I am a particular fan of integrative exercise – that is, exercise that occurs in the course of doing some productive activity such as gardening, bicycling to work, doing home improvement projects and so on.
I’m not a gardener. I don’t have the consistency for gardening, and I have barely enough for an orchard. I don’t embarrass myself. You have to be there tending and weeding. With orchards, you can go through negligent periods and recover.
Cell culture is a little like gardening. You sit and you look at cells, and then you see something and say, ‘You know, that doesn’t look right’.
Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.