"Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration... in the very teeth of winter."
"To the landscape architect a rock garden... appears... the work of a lunatic."
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Source: Louise Beebe Wilder (1997). “What Happens in My Garden”, Hartley & Marks
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