From an aunt, long ago: “Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return.” – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

History, like a vast river, propels logs, vegetation, rafts, and debris; it is full of live and dead things, some destined for resurrection; it mingles many waters and holds in solution invisible substances stolen from distant soils. – Jacques Barzun, Clio and the Doctors

My little bit of earth in the front garden is one of the places that I find my bearings. The rhythm of my day begins with a cup of coffee and a little bit of weeding or dreaming. – Betsy Cañas Garmon, www.wildthymecreative.com

I know the pleasure of pulling up root vegetables. They are solvable mysteries. – Novella Carpenter, Farm City: The Education of an Urban Farmer