Tomatoes and squash never fail to reach maturity. You can spray them with acid, beat them with sticks and burn them; they love it. – S.J. Perelman, Acres and Pains, 1951

I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must not write outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden. – Frances Hodgson Burnett (1849–1924), In the Garden, published posthumously