Rubbish is rubbish when it lies about—compost when it's all of a heap—and food for flowers when it's dug in.
Sow thick, and you'll have to thin; but sow peas as thick as you please.
Tree-leaves in the garden, and tea-leaves in the parlour, are good for mulching.
"Useful if ugly," as the toad said to the lily when he ate the grubs.
Very little will keep Jack Frost out—before he gets in.
Water your rose with a slop-pail when it's in bud, and you'll be asked the name of it when it's in flower.
Xeranthemum, Rhodanthe, Helichrysum, white yellow, purple, and red.
Grow us, cut us, tie us, and hang us with drooping head.
Good Christians all, find a nook for us, for we bloom for the Church and the Dead.
You may find more heart's-ease in your garden than grows in the pansy-bed.
Zinnia elegans flore-pleno is a showy annual, and there's a coloured picture in the catalogue; but—like many other portraits—it's a favourable likeness.