To me . . . he stands essentially as a genius loci. It 

 is impossible to separate his spare form and old straw 

 hat from the garden in the lap of the hill, with its 

 rocks overgrown with clematis, its shadowy walks, 

 and the splendid breadth of champaign that one saw 

 from the north-west corner. The gardenand gardener 

 seem part and parcel of each other. 



"An Old Scotch Gardener" 



(ROBERT Louis STEVENSON in 



" Memories and Portraits.") 



A gardener is Scotch, as a French teacher is 

 Parisian. 



(GEORGE ELIOT in 



"AdamBede") 



