"Yes. In the garden, growth has it seasons. First comes spring and summer, but then we have fall and winter. And then we get spring and summer again. "
~ Chance the Gardener (Peter Sellers in "Being There")
I cannot hope to match the wisdom of Chance the Gardener, but here nevertheless are a few thoughts:
"I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day."
"A garden never disappoints, but it can be disappointed -- and does not hide its disappointment."
"Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?"
"I cultivate my garden, and my garden cultivates me."
"There are years when my garden lives up to plan, and I behold a miracle. In other years I would settle for anything resembling a floral pattern."
"Spade and hoe in hand, I am summoned into my garden by the morning sun, an acolyte to its altar of worship."
"It pleases me to take amateur photographs of my garden, and it pleases my garden to make my photographs look professional."
Overnight it rained, and the wind switched into the west, and this morning my garden is fresh in the sun, and its scent wafts through my window. But if I sit in my garden, who will keep my appointment in town? But if I don't, who will sit in my garden?
~ Robert Brault