Once the rains abated, my father's garden thrived in the heat like an unleashed temper. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
No guru, no method, no teacher, just you and I and nature, and the father in the garden. — Van Morrison Copy Share Image
“Constantine, eight years old, was working in his father's garden and thinking about his own garden, a square of powdered granite he… — Michael Cunningham Copy Share Image
