“(Reblogged from stellargrave)
Gardening is not a labor of love… It is a labor of hatred and vengeance and dogged perseverance in the face of insurmountable odds. Straw hats shade eyes burning with fury. Gardening is man’s way of turning his head skyward, raising his fist and screaming at god “I DEFY YOU!” but in a small voice, under the shade of the pine tree, hoping not to be noticed. Gardeners beget surgeons, I am sure. That same refusal to allow what is natural to happen. The Gardener’s every waking thought is for the life of his creation. “You will live, you little mother-f*ckers,” he thinks. “If it takes the last scrap of soul left in me. You will live. And then I will eat you.