Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can be either flowers or weeds.
Contributed by: Zaady
What do you suppose? A bee sat on my nose. Then what do you think? He gave me a wink And said, "I beg your pardon, I thought you were the garden.
Source: Rhyme from England
The pleasure of a garden are everyday renewed. A garden is the only complete delight the world affords, even complying with our various and mutable minds.
The way of cultivation is not easy. He who plants a garden plants happiness.
We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Some people like to make a little garden out of life!
Live each day as if it were your last, and garden as though you will live forever.
If I had a flower for every time you made me smile, I'd be walking in an endless garden.
As the Garden Grows, so does the Gardener.
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