The space and light up there in Norfolk is wonderfully peaceful. I find myself doing funny things like gardening, and cooking, which I rarely do in London.
I love gardening, and I love cooking. I love things like that. I love creating things.
People are increasingly realising that what they eat is important. You can’t put junk food in your body and be healthy. All sorts of problems can develop, like diabetes, heart disease, obesity, strokes. Gardening not only helps with exercise and mental health, but it can improve diet as well.
I read, go for walks and I love to garden. My hands are such a mess. People think I should have movie star hands, but they’re just gardening ones. Always slightly grubby and with a bit of dirt under the fingernails.
I have an armchair interest in gardening, but I don’t like to get my knees dirty. I don’t have a garden.
At home, I relax by gardening, or just pottering.
There is a direct correlation between gardening and mental health, not just to maintain good mental health but to repair it as well – that’s anything in the gamut from depression to serious brain damage, schizophrenia or autism.
Rock ‘n’ Roll, no roses or gardening.
I’m not surfing much anymore, but I love hiking and gardening, and I’m always wearing a hat and sunblock.
Working with plants, trees, fences and walls, if they practice sincerely they will attain enlightenment.
In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
In the world at large, people are rewarded or punished in ways that are often utterly random. In the garden, cause and effect, labor and reward, are re-coupled. Gardening makes sense in a senseless world. By extension, then, the more gardens in the world, the more justice, the more sense is created.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.
Because I am really interested in gardening, I do really interesting plants, not even always flowers. And because I have grown them, I really know them like friends. I paint everything from exotic orchids to rosehips growing wild in a hedge. They just have to speak to me.
There’s something about taking a plow and breaking new ground. It gives you energy.
Gardening does so much for your brain. You’re learning how a process works, and how important it is to do everything right so that you can eventually enjoy a tomato three months later. I’ve always been patient, but gardening really helps you with that.
I loathe gardening, but I love gardens, and I have two beautiful gardens. I can not bear gardening, but I love gardens.
Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?
I am so longing to be domestic,, cooking stew, gardening, hopefully having some children, painting, sitting still in one place.
Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.
The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.
I grew up at my grandmother’s house, and she had a beautiful garden. I used to hate mowing the lawn and weeding, which is what you do when you’re a kid. I loathe gardening, but I love gardens, and I have two beautiful gardens.
It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.
I’ve always felt that having a garden is like having a good and loyal friend.
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.
Gardening is easy. Stick it in the ground the right way up and most plants will grow perfectly well.
A generation before, it had been sagebrush and coyotes; a generation later, it was a burgeoning movie town. But for that brief idyllic time in 1910, Hollywood looked like the perfect place for a successful writer to settle down, build his dream house, and maybe do some gardening.
Every time I imagine a garden in an architectural setting, it turns into a magical place. I think of gardens I have seen, that I believe I have seen, that I long to see, surrounded by simple walls, columns, arcades or the facades of buildings – sheltered places of great intimacy where I want to stay for a long time.
I’m not a gardener. I don’t have the consistency for gardening, and I have barely enough for an orchard. I don’t embarrass myself. You have to be there tending and weeding. With orchards, you can go through negligent periods and recover.
It’s my observation that gardeners and gardening for a very long time have had to take a back seat. Architects are very famous; they’ve got huge projects. What goes on in and around them has been relegated to a very minor role.
My hobbies are cooking and gardening, especially growing orchids. I love soccer, my husband and I support a British team called Chelsea, and I also enjoy tennis. We have 3 cats.
My favorite hobby is being alone. I like to be alone. I also like dancing, fishing, playing poker sometimes and vegetable gardening – corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, I have a big garden every year.
I really cherish my time at home. As you know, I love my husband so much, but he’s always doing everything for me out here to keep me rolling forward. But I don’t get to do near enough for him. So when I’m at home, I like to cook for him and do some gardening – all that wife-y kinda stuff, you know?
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
I have to keep up with the scientific literature as part of my job, but increasingly I found myself reading things that weren’t really relevant to my academic work, but were relevant to gardening.
I love decorating my home. I’m a gardener too, so that’s usually something I have to play catch up with.
I always see gardening as escape, as peace really. If you are angry or troubled, nothing provides the same solace as nurturing the soil.
Everyone wants instant everything, and they want instant success, but I always think you should treat things in the arts like a garden, and let them grow.
Gardening is seen as a pastime that is almost like belonging to the Church of England – a sign of maturity and wisdom and right thinking.
My parents were/are straight-edge hippies. Mom roamed around gardening so we would have fresh food, and Dad was on wood-chopping duty to heat our passive solar home that they figured out how to design and build together. I was the kid with green peppers in my lunch, and I liked them!
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
We know that gardening is good for you. It is fantastic, all-round exercise.
What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.
The lesson I have thoroughly learnt, and wish to pass on to others, is to know the enduring happiness that the love of a garden gives.
My partner loves gardening and beekeeping and chickens and all that stuff.
I’ve got really into gardening.
I also like to garden. I grow things, vegetables, flowers… I particularly like orchids. I raise orchids.
A lawn is nature under totalitarian rule.
I came to London. I spent nine months doing domestic work and gardening because I knew I wanted to get a West End show. So, when I was offered jobs in Stoke or Leicester or whatever, I’d say no. Eventually, I got ‘Godspell.’ It was gently building.
I do the gardening.
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.
If your knees aren’t green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.
Well tended garden is better than a neglected wood lot.
I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening; instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.
We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest.
The more help a person has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.
It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.
I’ve come to recognize what I call my ‘inside interests.’ Telling stories. And helping people tell their stories is a sort of interpersonal gardening. My work at NBC News was to report the news, but in hindsight, I often tried to look for some insight to share that might spark a moment of recognition in a viewer.
Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.
I think in the same way when I’m cooking, when I’m gardening, when I’m choosing fabrics. It’s a way of living.
