What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.
—Charles Dudley Warner
Gardening is not a rational act. What matters is the immersion of the hands in the earth, that ancient ceremony of which the Pope kissing the tarmac is merely a pallid vestigial remnant. In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.