Gardening Tools Quotes

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.

I like the physical activity of gardening. It's kind of thrilling. I do a lot of weeding.

Toward seven o'clock every morning, I leave my study and step Out on the bright terrace; the sun already burns resplendent Between the shadows of the fig tree, makes the low wall of coarse Granite warm to the touch. Here my tools lie ready and waiting, Each one an intimate, an ally: the round basket for weeds: The zappetta, the small hoe with a short haft . . . There's a rake here as well, at at times a mattock and spade, Or two watering cans filled with water warmed by the sun. With my basket and small hoe in hand, facing the sun, I Go out for my morning walk.

I cannot remember a time when I was not interested in both gardening and painting. I must have been born with a trowel in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.

I wrote an essay about leaf blowers and the evil they do.

Without doubt, without hesitation, I choose gardening over the gym. I can't stand going to the gym. It doesn't appeal to me at all. Give me gardening every time.

I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.

The gardener uses both roses in the flowerbed and thorns in making fences.

I adore gardening and plan to take it up properly when I have a bit more time on my hands. Until then, I love pottering in garden centres. I'm totally low maintenance. I don't ask for fancy plants, just basic, long-lasting shrubs that look nice. But I am particular about flowers.

There is nothing pleasanter than spading when the ground is soft and damp.

I like flowers. In my next life, maybe I can be a gardener.

One of the most important resources that a garden makes available for use, is the gardener's own body. A garden gives the body the dignity of working in its own support. It is a way of rejoining the human race.

My wife's a gardener. I'd put Astroturf down everywhere, but I get outvoted one to one every year.

At home, I relax by gardening, or just pottering.

The man who wants a garden fair, or small or very big, With flowers growing here and there, Must bend his back and dig. The things are mighty few on earth That wishes can attain. Whate'er we want of any worth We've got to work to gain. It matters not what goal you seek, It's secret here reposes: You've got to dig from week to week To get Results or Roses.

There was a product on late night TV that you could attach to your garden hose - "You can water your hard-to-reach plants with this." Who would make their plants hard to reach? That seems so very mean. I know you need water, but I'm going to make you hard to reach. "Think like a cactus!"

Old gardeners never die. They just spade away and then throw in the trowel.

I garden. It's very relaxing to me.

I'm not a gardener. I wish I was.

I haven't really got a green thumb, but I love gardens and their architecture.

The trouble with gardening is that is does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession.

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.

I have an armchair interest in gardening, but I don't like to get my knees dirty. I don't have a garden.

Cooking and gardening involve so many disciplines: math, chemistry, reading, history.