“place where man laughs, sings, picks flowers, chases butterflies and pets birds, makes love with maidens, and plays with children. Here he spontaneously reveals his nature, the base as well as the noble. Here also he buries his sorrows and difficulties and cherishes his ideals and hopes. It is in the garden that men discover themselves. Indeed one discovers not only his real self but also his ideal self?he returns to his youth. Inevitably the garden is made the scene of man's merriment, escapades, romantic abandonment, spiritual awakening or the perfection of his finer self.” MenWellsChildrenMadeRealSelfPlaySpiritualLaughingYouthFlowerReturnSorrowSceneBirdPicksIdealsGardenPerfectionDifficultyNobleAwakeningPetCherishButterflyMaking LoveAbandonmentSpiritual AwakeningMaidensReal SelfMerrimentEscapade Author:Confucius
“Last summer I was staying at a house in Hampshire which was famous for the brilliance and the originality of its gardens. There were many of them, but the most beautiful of all was a walled garden in which every flower was blue. There were all the obvious things like delphiniums and acronitums and larkspurs, but the most beautiful blue of all came from the groups of cabbages - the ordinary blue pickling cabbage. Set against the blazing blue of the other flowers, it had a bloom and elegance which made it a thing of the greatest delight.” MadeLastsBeautifulHouseGroupsFlowerSummerOrdinaryGardenBlueObviousDelightMade ItStayingOriginalityEleganceBrillianceAugustBlazingCabbageHampshireObvious ThingsLast Summer Author:Beverley Nichols
“No temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life...Awful in stern, immovable majesty, how softly these rocks are adorned, and how fine and reassuring the company they keep: Their feet among beautiful groves and meadows, their brows in the sky, a thousand flowers leaning confidingly against their feet, bathed in floods of water, floods of light.” MadeHandsLightSeemsBeautifulWaterCompanyFeetSkyRocksFlowerWallFineThousandAwfulCompareTemplesFloodMajestyBrowsMeadowsReassuringGroveYosemite Author:John Muir
“While we only look at Nature it is fair to say that Autumn is the end of the year; but it is still more true that Autumn is the beginning of the year.... Autumn is the time when in fact the leaves bud. Leaves wither because winter begins; but they also wither because spring is already beginning, because new buds are being made, as tiny as percussion caps out of which the spring will crack.... It is only an optical illusion that my flowers die in autumn; for in reality they are born.” YearsLooksMadeStillsEndsFactsRealityDiesBornFlowerSpringIllusionFairsWinterTinyAutumnCracksCapsBudPercussionOptical Illusions Author:Karel Capek