One can get lost in their garden and the rest of the world ceases to exist, if only for a while. Anger disipates with every shovel of dirt moved, pleasure is found in the simplest forms, excitement is felt as each tiny plant matures and then triumph with the harvest of the first tomato of the season. The love of gardening never goes away. Even if someone is unable to garden themselves, they enjoy the gardens of others.
— Renee Hogan