Green thoughts emerge from some deep source of stillness which the very fact of winter has released. — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
When the ice of winter holds the house in its rigid grip, when curtains are drawn against that vast frozen waste of landscape, almost like a hibernating hedgehog I relish the security of being withdrawn from all that summer ferment… — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
Sitting in your garden is a feat to be worked at with unflagging determination and single-mindedness. . . . I am deeply committed to… — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
As for garden photographers, how differently they see things. With what ease the camera seems to compose a picture of great beauty with its… — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
Green thoughts emerge from some deep source of stillness which the very fact of winter has released. — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
Surely ruminating and lolling, squandering slivers of time as you ponder on this or that plant; perching about the place on seats chosen for… — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
“Reading books about gardens is a potent pastime; books nourish a gardener's mind in the same way as manure nourishes plants.” — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
Have you ever noticed how few sitting places you find in private gardens? How seldom the versatility and importance of benches is considered? True… — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
“I'm not a garden expert in any sense of the meaning, only someone who blunders about in the shrubbery.” — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find… — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
Crouchers move through a garden at a stoop: naming, gasping, horraying, admiring or coveting plants; Gapers saunter, smiling or sighing at what they find,… — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
There is no "End" to be written, neither can you, like an architect, engrave in stone the day the garden was finished. A painter… — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
When the ice of winter holds the house in its rigid grip, when curtains are drawn against that vast frozen waste of landscape, almost… — Mirabel Osler Copy Share Image
