I Believe That Children Long For Form

Gardening Is A Madness, A Folly That Does Not Go Away With Age. Quite The Contrary.

In A Total Work, The Failures Have Their Not Unimportant Place.

What Can I Have That I Still Want?

I Long For The Bulbs To Arrive, For The Early Autumn Chores Are Melancholy, But The Planting Of Bulbs Is The Work Of Hope And Is Always Thrilling.

It Is A Waste Of Time To See People Who Have Only A Social Surface To Show. I Will Make Every Effort To Find Out The Real Person, But If I Can't, Then I Am Upset And Cross. Time Wasted Is Poison.