A Garden Is A Place

Well, I Love Geraniums, And Anybody Who Does Not Love Geraniums Must Obviously Be A Depraved And Loathsome Person.

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.

As Any Psychologist Will Tell You, The Worst Thing You Can Possibly Do To A Woman Is To Deprive Her Of A Grievance.

We Both Know, You And I, That If All Men Were Gardeners, The World At Last Would Be At Peace.

A Garden Without Cats, It Will Be Generally Agreed, Can Scarcely Deserve To Be Called A Garden At All.