Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk. — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
Last summer I was staying at a house in Hampshire which was famous for the brilliance and the originality of its gardens. There were many of them, but the most beautiful of all was a walled garden in which every… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
“Marriage is a book in which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose.” — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
I had never 'taken a cutting' before ... Do you realize that the whole thing is miraculous? It is exactly as though you were… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
Long experience has taught me that people who do not like geraniums have something morally unsound about them. Sooner or later you will find… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
To dig one's own spade into one's own earth! Has life anything better to offer than this? — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
“Well, I love geraniums, and anybody who does not love geraniums must obviously be a depraved and loathsome person.” — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
Most people, early in November, take last looks at their gardens, are are then prepared to ignore them until the spring. I am quite… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
Do you ever find yourself bursting into a sort of lunatic laughter at the sheer prettiness of things? — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
A garden is a place for shaping a little world of your own according to your heart's desire. — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk, is a miracle. Somewhere, always a rose is opening its petals to… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
“On and on we wander in these pages--and we never reach the point because, happily, there is no point to reach.” — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
A gardener is never shut out from his garden, wherever he may be. Its comfort never fails. Though the city may close about him,… — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
We both know, you and I, that if all men were gardeners, the world at last would be at peace. — Beverley Nichols Copy Share Image
