"Like the musician, the painter,the poet, and the rest, the true lover of flowers is born not made. And he is born to happiness in the vale of tears, to a certain amount of the purest joy that earth can give her children, joy that is tranquil, innocent, uplifting, unfailing. Given a patch of ground, with time to take care of it, with tools to work it and seeds to plant in it, he has all he needs."

Celia Thaxter