Henry Mitchell

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All anybody needs to know about prizes is that Mozart never won one.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Achievement
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Almost any garden, if you see it at just the right moment, can be confused with paradise.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Confused
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Your garden will reveal yourself.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Garden
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By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: War
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Now the gardener is the one who has seen everything ruined so many times that (even as his pain increases with each loss) he comprehends - truly knows - that where there was a garden once, it can be again, or where there never was, there yet can be a garden.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Death
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Gardening is full of mistakes, almost all of them pleasant and some of them actually instructive.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Mistake
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There is nothing like the first hot days of spring when the gardener stops wondering if it's too soon to plant the dahlias and starts wondering if it's too late. Even the most beautiful weather will not allay the gardener's notion (well-founded actually) that he is somehow too late, too soon, or that he has too much stuff going on or not enough. For the garden is the stage on which the gardener exults and agonizes out every crest and chasm of the heart.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Beautiful
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Gardening is a long road, with many detours and way stations, and here we all are at one point or another. It's not a question of superior or inferior taste, merely a question of which detour we are on at the moment. Getting there (as they say) is not important; the wandering about in the wilderness or in the olive groves or in the bayous is the whole point.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Journey
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There are no green thumbs or black thumbs. There are only gardeners and non-gardeners. Gardeners are the ones who ruin after ruin get on with the high defiance of nature herself, creating, in the very face of her chaos and tornado, the bower of roses and the pride of irises. It sounds very well to garden a 'natural way'. You may see the natural way in any desert, any swamp, any leech-filled laurel hell. Defiance, on the other hand, is what makes gardeners.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Nature
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A garden is not a picture, but a language.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Garden
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Compared to gardeners, I think it is generally agreed that others understand very little about anything of consequence.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Education
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Toads are conservative animals, I think, and not much given to expecting the best from fortune. Some weeks ago, well before the end of October, I accidentally dug up one while turning over some garden earth. I was surprised, naturally, when one of the clods heaved over on its die and there, in some annoyance, sat at toad.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Animal
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There is nothing like the first hot days of spring when the gardener stops wondering if it's too soon to plant the dahlias and starts wondering if it's too late.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Spring
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Nature does not hesitate to interfere with me. So I do not hesitate to tamper with it.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Garden
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Wherever humans garden magnificently, there are magnificent heartbreaks.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Death
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The mere fact that you get a lot of seeds in a packet doesn't mean you have to plant all of them.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Mean
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All who see it say, "Well, you have favorable conditions here. Everything grows for you." Everything grows for everybody. Everything dies for everybody, too.
- Henry Mitchell
Collection: Wells