It's a brilliant place to be. It's rewarding. Gardens are so rewarding. — Ainsley Harriott Copy Share Image
RITUALISM, n. A Dutch Garden of God where He may walk in rectilinear freedom, keeping off the grass. — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
“Layer upon layer of soft-packed snowflakes settled in near silence, forming a quilt of feathery ice crystals.” — Rebecca Nichols Alonzo Copy Share Image
It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills. — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
What's in a name? That with we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. — Unkown Copy Share Image
It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent… — Robert Creeley Copy Share Image
Strategies grow initially like weeds in a garden, they are not cultivated like tomatoes in a hothouse. — Henry Mintzberg Copy Share Image
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower. Drives my green age that blasts the roots of trees is my… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“It was one of those years when there was no summer. There was no winter either. It was just November all year… — Betty K. Erwin Copy Share Image
Man corrupt everything, say Shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He try to… — Alice Walker Copy Share Image
“Though it was the end of February, the day was a lazy sort of cold. The sun slipped through the cloud in… — Erika Robuck Copy Share Image
Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out values all the utilities of the world. If dandelions were hard… — Andrew Mason Copy Share Image
A short distance away is the Tidal Basin, ringed by cherry trees that every year produce flowers, an event to which Washingtonians… — Dave Barry Copy Share Image
“What're you reading?" "Gertrude Stein." I shook my head. I'd never heard of her. "The poet?" he asked. "You know, 'A rose… — Vanessa Diffenbaugh Copy Share Image
Life has left her footprints on my forehead. But I have become a child again this morning. The smile, seen through leaves… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
Like the lotus flower that is born out of mud, we must honor the darkest parts of ourselves and the most painful… — Debbie Ford Copy Share Image
“I went outside mournful, and I hit pure air. The air was full of birdsong. I went outside expecting rain but it… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
