Thoughts in a Garden


I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself, and I find sufficient purpose for my day.


Overnight it rained, and the wind shifted 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 keep my appointment in town, who will sit in my garden?


In every gardener there is a child who believes in The Seed Fairy.


I cultivate my garden, and my garden cultivates me.


It pleases me to take amateur photographs of my garden, and it pleases my garden to make my photographs look professional.


Why try to explain miracles to your kids when you can just have them plant a garden?


Words once heard:  "Many times Death has come for me, but finds me always in my beautiful garden, and leaves me there, I believe, as an excuse to return."


A child's garden is a triumph of hope over too much watering.


What is a gardener but a magician's assistant?


If you've never experienced the joy of accomplishing more than you can imagine, plant a garden.


As a gardener, I am among those who believe that much of the evidence of God's existence has been planted.



If you believe that God is everywhere, then you might well look for Him in a church, but if you wonder if God is anywhere, then you might better look for Him in a garden.



~~ Robert Brault