My Virgin Sense Of Sound

Tears Are Summer Showers To The Soul.

Exclusiveness In A Garden Is A Mistake As Great As It Is In Society.

From Sunny Woof And Cloudy Weft Fell Rain In Sheets; So, To Myself I Hummed These Hazard Rhymes, And Left The Learned Volume On The Shelf.

There Is No Gardening Without Humility

A Garden That One Makes Oneself Becomes Associated With One’s Personal History And That Of One’s Friends, Interwoven With One’s Tastes, Preferences And Character And Constitutes A Sort Of Unwritten Autobiography.