The soil is the great connector of our lives, the source and destination of all.
Land, then, is not merely soil; it is a fountain of energy flowing through a circuit of soils, plants, and animals.
All gardens are a form of autobiography.
Gardens are the result of a collaboration between art and nature.
Gardens, scholars say, are the first sign of commitment to a community. When people plant corn they are saying, let’s stay here. And by their connection to the land, they are connected to one another.
Like people everywhere, and perhaps more than most, city dwellers want and need gardens and growing things.
~Lynden B. Miller
When the soil disappears, the soul disappears.
The great challenge for the garden designer is not to make the garden look natural, but to make the garden so that the people in it will feel natural.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.
When we learn to call flowers by name we take the first step toward a real intimacy with them.
~Mrs. William Starr Dana
Gardeners, I think, dream bigger dreams than emperors.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
For a high minded man agriculture is the best of all occupations.
Gardens cannot be considered in detachment from the people who make them.
The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the world.
~Charles Dudley Warner
The most noteworthy thing about gardeners is that they are always optimistic, always enterprising, and never satisfied. They always look forward to doing better than they have ever done before.
There, with her baskets and spades and clippers, and wearing her funny boyish shoes and with the sunborn sweat soaking her eyes, she is part of the sky and earth, possibly a not too significant part, but a part.
To dig and delve in nice, clean dirt
Can do a mortal little hurt.
~John Kendrick Bangs
I never had any other desire so strong and so like to covetousness, as that one which I have had always, that I might be master at last of a small house and a large garden.
“Might I,” quavered Mary, “might I have a bit of earth?”
…Mr. Craven looked quite startled.
“Earth!” he repeated. “What do you mean?”
“To plant seeds in—to make things grow—to see them come alive.”
~Frances Hodgson Burnett
I’ve had enough of gardening—I’m just about ready to throw in the trowel.
So THAT’S what hay looks like.
If you wish to make anything grow, you must understand it in a very real sense. “Green fingers” are a fact, and a mystery only to the unpracticed. But green fingers are the extensions of a verdant heart.
I farm—a kind of painting on earth, a kind of writing on earth—because of the constantly changing patterns I can create with water, seed, soil, sunlight, the weather. The memories of what I have made, the visions of what I hope to bring into existence, and the image of narrow channels of water wanding their way through the back yards of my small valley: these are what most deeply motivate me.
The nation that destroys its soil destroys itself.
~Franklin D. Roosevelt
Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.
It is curious, pathetic almost, how deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
There is nothing pleasanter than spading when the ground is soft and damp.
To take a spade or a spading fork on a crisp fall day and without undue haste or backbreaking effort to turn over slice after slice of sweet-smelling earth can bring rich rewards to the gardener who fully understands just what he is accomplishing.
He who plants a garden, plants happiness.
The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the whole world.
~Charles Dudley Warner
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.
~Charles Dudley Warner
What I enjoy is not the fruits alone, but I also enjoy the soil itself, its nature and its power.
Working in the garden…gives me a profound feeling of inner peace. Nothing here is in a hurry. There is no rush toward accomplishment, no blowing of trumpets. Here is the great mystery of life and growth. Everything is changing, growing, aiming at something, but silently, unboastfully, taking its time.
No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth.
I personally like manure. I never feel so affluent as when bringing back the occasional load of high-class dung. When we moved here and I was preparing the new garden, Stu brought a pickup load of horse manure as a garden-warming present. I never had a more welcome or thoughtful gift.
No poet I’ve ever heard of has written an ode to a load of manure. Somebody should, and I’m not trying to be funny.
One of the most endearing qualities of gardeners, though it makes their gardens worse, is this faculty of being too easily delighted.
I have never had so many good ideas day after day as when I work in the garden.
. ~John Erskine
The only limit to your garden is at the boundaries of your imagination.
~Thomas D. Church
The doctor can bury his mistakes but an architect can only advise his client to plant vines.
~Frank Lloyd Wright
When I go into my garden with a spade, and dig a bed, I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson