If you want to grow a giant redwood, you need to make sure the seeds are ok, nurture the sapling, and work out what might potentially stop it from growing all the way along. Anything that breaks it at any point stops that growth.

If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

I love having my hands in the dirt. It is never a science and always an art. There are no rules. And if it comes down to me versus that weed I’m trying to pull out of the ground that doesn’t want to come out? I know I’ll win.

The only thing that relaxes me is archery. That’s why I have to have apartments with gardens.

I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.

You gotta water your plants. Nobody can water them for you.

God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.

Sowing is not as difficult as reaping.

Europe is so well gardened that it resembles a work of art, a scientific theory, a neat metaphysical system. Man has re-created Europe in his own image.

I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.

The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.

We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest.

I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.

No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden.

I grow as many of our vegetables as I can, because my granddad was a professional gardener, and it’s in the blood.

Every time I plant a seed, He say kill it before it grow, he say kill it before they grow.

When I’m in my 50s, I kind of think I’ll want to be in a garden.

Plant and your spouse plants with you; weed and you weed alone.

Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.

First I shake the whole Apple tree, that the ripest might fall. Then I climb the tree and shake each limb, and then each branch and then each twig, and then I look under each leaf.

We should all grow our own food and do our own waste processing, we really should.

As soon as a redwood is cut down or burned, it sends up a crowd of eager, hopeful shoots, which, if allowed to grow, would in a few decades attain a height of a hundred feet, and the strongest of them would finally become giants as great as the original tree.

I have a garden in my backyard that’s completely organic, which I’m very proud of.

Gardening is not a rational act.