The possession of a quantity of plants, however good the plants may be themselves and however ample their number, does not make… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
There is no spot of ground, however arid, bare or ugly, that cannot be tamed into such a state as may give… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
I plant rosemary all over the garden, so pleasant is it to know that at every few steps one may draw the… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
It is no use asking me or anyone else how to dig... Better to go and watch a man digging, and then take a… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
The lesson I have thoroughly learnt, and wish to pass on to others, is to know the enduring happiness that the love of a… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
To plant and maintain a flower border, with a good scheme for colour, is by no means the easy thing that is commonly supposed. — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
For the best building and planting...the architect and gardener must have some knowledge of each other's business, and each must regard with feelings of… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
The possession of a quantity of plants, however good the plants may be themselves and however ample their number, does not make a garden;… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
If you take any flower you please and look it over and turn it about and smell it and feel it and try to… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
There is a lovable quality about the actual tools. One feels so kindly to the thing that enables the hand to obey the brain.… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it teaches industry and thrift; above all it teaches entire trust. — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
I do not envy the owners of very large gardens. The garden should fit its owner or his or her tastes, just as one's… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
The love of gardening is a seed that once sown never dies, but grows to the enduring happiness that the love of gardening gives. — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale yellow blooms… — Gertrude Jekyll Copy Share Image
