There is a home in the heart of Fullerton, California which has an amazing garden. I have passed the house many times, because I was commuting to college at Cal State University Fullerto
...is the one that I don't have to weed!
The garden I love most is my own. I say that without blushing because we humans are compelled to love the things we create.
She weeds, she clips,Mucks about,Natters on to her nasturtiums.
Often careless, she connectsWith Feuerzauber, Traumerei,
Walking through the farmers market last week, I remembered my
The evolution of my garden surprises me. It started as an attempt to salvage plants that were abandoned by the previous owner of our condominium.
OK, it's not a "garden" as such, but Madeira Island is called "The Garden of the Atlantic". And it really is.
A garden is something I never had. I don't have one now, and I probably won't have one in the future.
MY QUIET GARDEN
The drowsy time before I sleep is best:
I seek the quiet garden in my mind
Where love and hope, like flowers intertwined
The family sat down to the table near the garden in this far away land. The green vegetables that they ate were a lot like the roses that grew up the side of the house. T
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