The only solution is to plow everything under and live on pie.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.

There is always something else to do. A gardener should have nine times as many lives as a cat.

Successful gardening is not necessarily a question of wealth, it is a question of love, taste, and knowledge.

I like muddling things up; and if a herb looks nice in a border, then why not grow it there? Why not grow anything anywhere so long as it looks right where it is? That is, surely, the art of gardening.

To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds, and watch their renewal of life,-this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.