No time to scan, adjust, etc my sketches...but I cannot resist posting these:
"How could he be anything but good since he loved a garden--that divine filter that filters all the grossness out of us, and leaves us, each time we have been in it, clearer, and purer, and more harmless."
--from The Solitary Summer, by Elizabeth von Arnim
"Whatever it is, once started a garden holds you in its thrall. However irksome it becomes at times, who can go outside and kick a lily?"