“A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!Rose plot,Fringed pool,Ferned grot--The veriest schoolOf peace”
“Wot Wot”
“Ook, though very clever, was the worst fighter in the tribe. That is how he ended up with Grot-Grot as his woman. Grot-Grot had a bald patch on the top of her head, she was missing an eye and she smelled like a dead skunk. She did have a good sense of humour though.”
“Novels and gardens," she says. "I like to move from plot to plot.”
“when the inner garden is under cultivation and God's Spirit is present, harvests are regular events. The fruits? Things like courage, hope, love, endurance, joy, and lots of peace.”
“The gardener hath gathered up this autumn's leaves. Who shall see them again, or who wot of them? And who shall say what hath befallen in the days of long ago?”