Summer was a lady who didn’t give up her spotlight easily.
Here is a greedy man who keeps to himselfThe beautiful pears ripe in his garden.
Cela est bien, repondit Candide, mais il faut cultiver notre jardin.
Agony’s PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been….
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
Be the gardener of love and joy, Happiness will bloom in your garden.
This is my mind’s garden, I tend it; I order it. I have nothing to fear.
A gardin is where you can find a whole spectrum of life, birth and death
A man of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds.