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304 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1934
There is a lovely phrase, which country people use, about a man having 'green fingers'. If you have green fingers, the flowers know it, and they let you do with them as you will, and they gain something of your spirit, and flourish, and you gain something of theirs too, and are at peace. I believe that I have green fingers myself ... in spite of all my failures and stupidities. I believe, when I touch a plant or a tree, that there occurs some contact more subtle and intimate than the mere laying of human hands on vegetable substance, I believe that my blood and the blood of the tree are mingled ... green to red, and red to green, as the blood of a man who has died is mingled with the earth.