Daily Garden Reflections

Gardening will bring returns of peace, satisfaction and well-being for as long as you continue to wander the garden path.

A soft day, thank God! A wind from the south with a honeyed mouth; a scent of drenching leaves, briar and beech and lime.

O Primrose Sweet! We watch thy dainty leaves unfold in fairy clouds of clustered gold, when wintry skies no longer lower.

Happy who for a season may absent themselves on buoyant wing! The birds that Winter drives away will surely come again with Spring.

Oh, the beauty of the world is in this garden, I heart it stir on every hand. See how the flowers keep still because of it!

Connection with gardens, even small ones, even potted plants, can become windows to the inner life.

This is her garden. Only she and I may walk its hallowed ways; and all the thoughts she planted in my heart again have blossomed.

We must weed our own minds as we would weed our gardens — of overgrown fears, strangling emotions, noxious thoughts, leeching habits.

Among the daisies all astir observe the belted rover, the merry little mariner that sails the sea of clover.

You have robbed the bee, South Wind, in your adventure, blustering with gentle flowers; but I forgave you when you when you stole to me shyly.

A garden is evidence of faith. It links us with all the misty figures of the past who also planted and were nourished by the fruits of their planting.

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions.