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The central paradox and challenge of marriage is that we have to make family out of someone we're not related to ...
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you ... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.
If you have the soul of a gardener, not for anything would you work with gloves on.
Farmers are philosophical. They have learned that it is less wearing to shrug than to beat their breasts.
It's a fair-sized job to write a book that people can be bothered just to read; when they begin to steal copies, you are really getting some place.
Why do people who like to get up early look with disdain on those who like to lie in bed late? And why do people who like to work feel superior to those who prefer to dream?
You know how some people seem to think that their love for classical music makes them spiritual or at least something quite special? And others who think you are a monster if you don't 'love children,' however obnoxious the children may be? Well, I found out that many people who love flowers look down on those who don't.
The bliss that comes from ignorance should seldom be encouraged for it is likely to do one out of a more satisfying bliss.
To the Memory of those faithful brown slave-men of the plantations throughout the South, Daddy's contemporaries all, who during the war while their masters were away fighting in a cause opposed to their emancipation, brought their blankets and slept outside their mistresses' doors, thus keeping night-watch over otherwise unprotected women and children
a faithful guardianship of which the annals of those troublous times record no instance of betrayal.
If 'heartache' sounds exaggerated then surely you have never gone to your garden one rare morning in June to find that the frost, without any perceptible motive, any hope of personal gain, has quietly killed your strawberry blossoms, tomatoes, lima and green beans, corn, squash, cucumbers. A brilliant sun is now smiling at this disaster with an insenstive cheerfulness as out of place as a funny story would be if someone you loved had just died.
Working in the garden gives me something beyond the enjoyment of the senses. It gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.
