With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I just like to sit and admire my garden; it's so well kept by my gardener and my girlfriend.
The garden has taught me to live, to appreciate the times when things are fallow and when they're not.
I hardly have any spare time! But when I do, I garden a lot - I love plants and flowers.
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.
I've got an image of me at the bottom of my garden sitting under my silver birch tree reading, while everyone else had gone somewhere exotic.
I married a man who was jealous about everything. If I got enthusiastic about a book, about a flower, about a place, about a human being - jealous. 'Don't do it! Stop.' It was depressing, and I couldn't take it.
I live in a landscape, which every single day of my life is enriching.
My books are, in a way, a record of my life - that part of it that came to flower and fruit in my mind.
Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own.
My extravagance is my garden - it's the first thing I look at every morning when I wake up. It gives me so much pleasure.