I think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God it would be in a garden at the cool of the day. – F. Frankfort Moore, A Garden of Peace
Last night, there came a frost, which has done great damage to my garden…. It is sad that Nature will play such tricks on us poor mortals, inviting us with sunny smiles to confide in her, and then, when we are entirely within her power, striking us to the heart. – Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks