The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the world.
God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.
I appreciate the misunderstanding I have had with Nature over my perennial border. I think it is a flower garden; she thinks it is a meadow lacking grass, and tries to correct the error.
Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
He who plants a tree, plants a hope.
Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds, and watch the renewal of life - this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.
Who loves a garden, still his Eden keeps, Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvests reaps.
If you've never experienced the joy of accomplishing more than you can imagine, plant a garden.
I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul, to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience, for novelty or for nostalgia, but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.
I consider every plant hardy until I have killed it myself.
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
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.
The single greatest lesson the garden teaches is that our relationship to the planet need not be zero-sum, and that as long as the sun still shines and people still can plan and plant, think and do, we can, if we bother to try, find ways to provide for ourselves without diminishing the world.
Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.
What is a weed? I have heard it said that there are sixty definitions. For me, a weed is a plant out of place.
A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.
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