Exclusiveness In A Garden Is

In My Song You Catch At Times Note Sweeter Far Than Mine, And In The Tangle Of My Rhymes Can Scent The Eglantine.

The Glory Of Gardening: Hands In The Dirt, Head In The Sun, Heart With Nature. To Nurture A Garden Is To Feed Not Just On The Body, But The Soul.

Perhaps A Maiden's Bashfulness Is More A Matron's Lesson Than Our Lips Aver.

Tears Are Summer Showers To The Soul.

No One Can Rightly Call His Garden His Own Unless He Himself Made It.