There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden, or even in your bathtub.
—Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden, or even in your bathtub.
—Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
Where there’s no gardener there’s no garden.
—Stephen Covey, First Things First, 1994
Last winter Hogshire’s lively little paperback joined the works of Penelope Hobhouse (On Gardening), Gertrude Jekill (Gardener’s Testament), and Louise Beebe Wilder (Color in My Garden) on my bedside table.
—Michael Pollan (This Is Your Mind On Plants)
I took my pill at eleven. An hour and half later I was sitting in my study, looking intently at a small glass vase. The vase contained only three flowers — a full blown Belle of Portugal rose1, shell pink with a hint at every petal’s base of a hotter, flamier hue; a large magenta and cream-coloured carnation; and, pale purple at the end of its broken stalk, the bold heraldic blossom of an iris.
—Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception, Vintage 2004 (1954)
With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures, and some books, I live without envy.
—Félix Lope de Vega