Language of Flowers
With all the indoor tasks done, he looked over the entrance and garden. leaves, dead grass, and the spare branch were spread across the lawn in a disorderly manner, he even spotted some feathers loitering around.
The Garden
I decided since i was up so earlier i would go into the garden. i walked outside where i saw my mother standing in the middle of the garden still in her night gowned, i approached her, and asked what she was doing, but she just stared at the ground.
Garden Party
* * * garden party by theo winters suggested by rabbit adam sighed as he stepped out into his garden. what should have been a tidy row of lettuce had been decimated. half chewed leaves covered the ground and dirt was kicked everywhere.
Garden Face
#7 of dumb stuff i wrote on the fly gardens. i'm reading garden poems, everyman's pocket poetry. rush, rush, rush. something i came up with literally on the fly.
The Winter Garden Chapter Two
"i was questioning whether kings are allowed to garden." "they're allowed." "do they?" "no." roland smiled. "i thought as much."
The Winter Garden Chapter One
Verex wandered the gardens anyway. eventually he found him. a little human sitting beneath an apple tree. painting. not playing swords. not chasing servants. simply painting butterflies landing among the flowers.
Fateful Adventures Chapter 1: Old Man Winters
He had asked once when tending the garden, watching her whisper to the trees and charge the lanterns. “it’s complicated…” she had told him as she’d collected the fruit.
The Gardens: My Hero
#1 of the gardens samuel hunt grumbled to himself as he walked through the thick jurassic jungle. the scientists at the j.a harding paleoecological gardens and research facility, really outdid themselves this time.
Dirt Garden (poetry)
My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, alive and wild, more so than tended rows in growth, has died. i killed them a little, the crab-grass clumps, datura and nettle. "time and time, i commit these small murders, to whose benefit?"
Silver Stream Memory 22
"yes, behemoth after the garden of eden i hope to be ready," i went on speaking. "oh, remind me to show you our garden of eden," behemoth remarked deliciously. "got it, will do," wri responded and left with ava aside her.
"The Thin Line, Part WW (and conclusion)
The gardeners here know what they're doing."
The Winter Garden Chapter Three
"the winter gardens are always open to you." "you needn't ask permission." "i..." roland's voice caught. "thank you." he looked away quickly, embarrassed by the sudden sting of tears.