The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul (Thomas Moore).
I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green (Nathaniel Hawthorne, Mosses from an Old Manse).
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves (Robert Louis Stevenson).
Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest (Douglas William Jerrold, about Australia, A Land of Plenty).
And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed. And out of the ground made the LORD God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil. And a river went out of Eden to water the garden; and from thence it was parted, and became into four heads. ... And the LORD God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it (Genesis 2:8-10, 15, KJV).
I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green (Nathaniel Hawthorne, Mosses from an Old Manse).
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves (Robert Louis Stevenson).
Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest (Douglas William Jerrold, about Australia, A Land of Plenty).
And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed. And out of the ground made the LORD God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight, and good for food; the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evil. And a river went out of Eden to water the garden; and from thence it was parted, and became into four heads. ... And the LORD God took the man, and put him into the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it (Genesis 2:8-10, 15, KJV).
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