“Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade.”
Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936) English short-story writer, poet, and novelist
Source: Complete Verse
Passing through a small garden on the way to the gallows for his execution.
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“Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful!' and sitting in the shade.”
Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936) English short-story writer, poet, and novelist
Source: Complete Verse
Attila the Stockbroker (1957) punk poet, folk punk musician and songwriter
"My Wardrobe", from Cautionary Tales for Dead Commuters (1985)
Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936) English short-story writer, poet, and novelist
The Glory of the Garden http://whitewolf.newcastle.edu.au/words/authors/K/KiplingRudyard/verse/english_history/glorygarden.html, Stanza 8. <br class="br">Other works
“I hid my yo-yo
In the garden.
I can't hide you
From the government.
Oh, God, Daddy —
I won't forget…”
Kate Bush (1958) British recording artist; singer, songwriter, musician and record producer
Song lyrics, Hounds of Love (1985)
Justina Chen (1968) American writer
Source: North of Beautiful
“What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back,—with a hinge in it.”
Charles Dudley Warner (1829–1900) American writer
Third Week.
My Summer in a Garden (1870)
Elton John (1947) English rock singer-songwriter, composer and pianist
Empty Garden (Hey Hey Johnny)
Song lyrics, Jump Up! (1982)
“Verily, there needs a gardener, and many gardens.”
Louis Sullivan (1856–1924) American architect
Source: Kindergarten Chats (1918), Ch. 4 : The Garden
Context: Is it not Canon Hole who says: "He who would have beautiful roses in his garden, must have beautiful roses in his heart: he must love them well and always"? So, the flowers of your field, in so far as I am gardener, shall come from my heart where they reside in much good will; and my eye and hand shall attend merely to the cultivating, the weeding, the fungous blight, the noxious insect of the air, and the harmful worm below.
And so shall your garden grow; from the rich soil of the humanities it will rise up and unfold in beauty in the pure air of the spirit.
So shall your thoughts take up the sap of strong and generous impulse, and grow and branch, and run and climb and spread, blooming and fruiting, each after its kind, each flowing toward the fulfillment of its normal and complete desire. Some will so grow as to hug the earth in modest beauty; others will rise, through sunshine and storm, through drought and winter's snows year after year, to tower in the sky; and the birds of the air will nest therein and bring forth their young.
Such is the garden of the heart: so oft neglected and despised when fallow.
Verily, there needs a gardener, and many gardens.