Maxioms by Alfred Austin
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]
Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.
[Fr., Ne homme--mort epicier.]
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
Tears are the summer showers to the soul.
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is read more
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.
