We are on a stroll, hand in hand, in a garden, in the moonlight and the sole purpose of such a venture is to come together in love.
Our existence and our environment enclosed entities of divinity.
We can all produce good fruits with fertile soil.
When I was younger, my mom loved to garden. But the flowers would never grow. She just kept trying.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Because you can’t.’
‘What does this have to do with anything?’
I don’t fiddle with my fingers and there’s no apology on the tip of my tongue when I say, ‘I am my mother’s son.
Somewhere on the world was the Emperor’s palace, set amid one hundred square miles of natural soil, rainbowed with flowers.
Every flower begins to flourish in spring.
A gardin is where you can find a whole spectrum of life, birth and death
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing … The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.
Here is a greedy man who keeps to himself
The beautiful pears ripe in his garden.
A garden without cats, it will be generally agreed, can scarcely deserve to be called a garden at all…much of the magic of the heather beds would vanish if, as we bent over them, there was no chance that we might hear a faint rustle among the blossoms, and find ourselves staring into a pair of sleepy green eyes.