On Their Way To Freedom, Some People

Most Of The Nations That Have Serious Gardening Cultures Have, Or Had, Empires. You Can't Have This Luxury Of Pleasure Without Somebody Paying For It. This Is Nice To Know. It's Nice To Know That When You Sit Down To Enjoy A Plate Of Strawberries, Somebody Got Paid Very Little So That You Could Have Your Strawberries. It Doesn't Mean The Strawberries Will Taste Different, But It's Nice To Enjoy Things Less Than We Do. We Enjoy Things Far Too Much, And It Leads To Incredible Pain And Suffering.

When People Say You're Charming You Are In Deep Trouble.

When I'm Writing, I Think About The Garden, And When I'm In The Garden I Think About Writing. I Do A Lot Of Writing By Putting Something In The Ground.

But No Longer Could I Aks God What To Do, Since The Answer, I Was Sure, Would Not Suit Me. I Could Do What Suited Me Know, As Long As I Could Pay For It. 'as Long As I Could Pay For It.' That Phrase Soon Became The Tail That Wagged My Dog. If I Had Died Then, It Should Have Been My Epigraph.

Gardeners (or Just Plain Simple Writers Who Write About The Garden) Always Have Something They Like Intensely And In Particular, Right At The Moment You Engage Them In The Reality Of The Borders They Cultivate, The Space In The Garden They Occupy At Any Moment, They Like In Particular This, Or They Like In Particular That.