'When we were planning our move to the Cape, I came across The Outermost House. Living in a tiny shack on the dunes of the outer beach, Beston wrote of the ocean and tides, the birds and animals, and both the beauty and cruelty of nature.
A few weeks ago at a yard sale near our house, I stumbled across another Beston book and could barely contain my excitement.
His words came into my life with perfect timing.
'A garden is the mirror of the mind. It is a place of life, a mystery of green moving to the pulse of the year, and pressing on and pausing the while to its own inherent rhythms.'
'In making a garden there is something to be sought, and something to be found. To be sought is a sense of the lovely and assured, of garden permanence and order, of human association and human meaning; to be found is beauty and that unfolding content and occupation which is one of the lamps of peace.'
'True humanity is no inherent right but an achievement; and only through the earth may we be as one with all who have been and all who are yet to be, sharers and partakers of the mystery of living, reaching to the full of human peace and the full of human joy.'