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… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
You know how some people seem to think that their love for classical music makes them spiritual or at least something quite special? And… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
The unmulched garden looks to me like some naked thing which for one reason or another would be better off with a few clothes… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
If 'heartache' sounds exaggerated then surely you have never gone to your garden one rare morning in June to find that the frost, without… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
Working in the garden . . . gives me a profound feeling of inner peace. Nothing here is in a hurry. There is no… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
Working in the garden gives me something beyond the enjoyment of the senses. It gives me a profound feeling of inner peace. — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
The central paradox and challenge of marriage is that we have to make family out of someone we're not related to. — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
Farmers are philosophical. They have learned that it is less wearing to shrug than to beat their breasts. — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
the bliss that comes from ignorance should seldom be encouraged for it is likely to do one out of a more satisfying bliss. — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
“I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.” — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
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… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
