maybe you just have to trust him. maybe its a better idea to change. maybe the problem is with you.
fuspokanna
I think that a gardener it’s a really important job because hecan make your house look prettier and he can take care of your garden better than you, of course, of he cares about his job and clients. But this is not a job that I would enjoy to do for living.
Maria Luíza Fernandes
I think that a gardener it’s a really important job because hecan make your house look prettier and he can take care of your garden better than you, of course, of he cares about his job and clients.
Maria Luíza Fernandes
There once was a Gardner that lived in Italy, his name was Carlos. He had a garden with anything you could ever need, such as rosemary, olives, apple’s and so on. Every Saturday Carlos would load up his cherry red truck and head into town.
Mia
the gardener wore a pearl earring.
she thought that odd. who, as a gardener, could make enough to afford a pearl?
the man noticed her staring and grinned. his teeth were black like soil. blood as deep as the roses in the bushes boiled between his gums.
Finding things in a place where you feel comfortable. Colourful things to tend to and a place to be peaceful. There are times when I wish I was a gardener because maybe I could find out a little more about my creative personality. Maybe not. Avant gardener is a good song. Quirky.
Tim
That was it I had finally figured out who he was. I walked up to him and we briefly played a game like a mime in a mirror. Then he stopped moving, I froze too. He cautiously murmured “Is your father Dennis Quaid?”
I think i just wrote about this guy, but he keeps coming back to me like a bad dream. Session after session, I can see him starring back at me with that eye piercing glare, but it almost seems familiar. Then I realize I’m not looking at the gardner, Im looking at myself.
jsy
As I looked into my magnificent garden, I caught a look from the gardener. He had suspicion in his eyes. It sent a shiver down my spine.
jsy
i already wrote about gardener. and i f’ed up. i meant garter snake. but no, I didn’t really mean that because I honestly, for 20 years now have thought garter snakes were gardener snakes. just like i thought ‘windchill’ was actually ‘windshield’ and they took the temperature of a windshield. the end.
chelsea.again
spider silk
flower fire
blazing bushes of
Babylon
my garden of
weeds
& sunflower seeds
lost love
where work
requires
The green leaves slowly drifted down in my line of vision. I shifted my gaze up towards the tree, blooming with nascent leaves of green and pinkish flowers. I smiled. I felt life like I never have before.
He started to plow the field as he always had those past 6 years. After a few hours of hard work, he looks up and sees dark shapes in the sky. It’s the Germans. They made it all the way to his field and are about to destroy it as they have destroyed everything else in his life.
Ben
She kneeled down in the dirt, her knees flush with the warm, moist soil. The smell of the earth brought about an otherworldly connection. Her hands pulled the small, green weeds to make room for her blossoming tulips.
Sarah Nicole
The gardener gardens and grows his flowers, The flowers blink their eyes. They are not flowers. They are alive, but not in a way that you would recognise. The flowers are beginning to stir. The flowers are leaving their beds. They have risen. The gardener is very proud.
Angelica Alexander
gardens a mind
gardens without recognition of the time
of a paradime, consequential dimes
thrown with time and lemon limes onto
drip drop lovers with pride
divide
lovers garden without ideas of the riff and ride
this gardener cultivates my mind
pulls and drags the dirt of my thoughts
seeps his damp palms into my wet earth
plants seeds and plucks up the fruits of my devotion
he will suck my garden dry
soon
Sara
gardner of my life
gardener of my mind
a time to find divine
strategies of coping with this time
wraps aroud my ears and nose like the vine
of one who could transpose love as leaves
to find
to be
a garderner me myself and thee
Bree Nieves
The gardener had been laid off three weeks ago and the rose bushes had never looked better. They had cracked open from the stems to the petals, the gold within showing through in veins that glowed black in the harsh light of the sun. With the desert encroaching upon the silver walls of the garden, it looked like a downturned spoon on a table of sand in the shimmering distance from the tower where we lived that summer.
MK
The gardener didn’t even look round and I could sense trouble. The trouble that was brewing between every nature force and our little crime fighting band. The trouble that was going to end all. All of it. Every little bit.
Samantha
Our gardener is the loveliest fellow. Often times he not only brings plants for the garden, but ones for the house. Rarely do I ever say this, but I honestly appreciate all of the work he does for us.
There is something unmistakable about clean dirt running between your fingers, about sun warmed stones pricking at the soles of your feet. There is something unmistakable about the way you feel her hand in the small of our back, hear her brilliant laugh ringing through the rustling tree tops as you pull the hoe across the land. You can never get the rows quite as straight as she does, can never quite match the ease with which she melts into the loamy ground, bare feet black with life and growth. You like to imagine, briefly, that the sweetness of the first summer berries are her lips against your own again.
Gardening is a great way to get more in touch with nature. I like the scene in Fablehaven where the maid lady whatever is gardening in the rain. The gardens in Fablehaven are my favorite ones to bring to mind when the time calls for it.
Larissa
there once was a gardener named billy joel bob and he was a gardener for two lesbian mothers who lived in Caliofrnia
afg
There once was a gardener. Ever since he was a little boy he loved to play in the dirt and bring things to life. His favorite plant is the rose bush. It is very difficult to care for and prickly, but it produces beautiful flowers that women love.
Stephanie
One who nurtures, prunes harvests & gets to watch the sun & rain work together to make beautiful things for that gardener to enjoy. He gets to see nature in action everyday and get paid for it! My favorite things are the hundreds of different flowers!
Mary
One who nurtures, prunes harvests & gets to watch the sun & rain work together to make beautiful things for that gardener to enjoy.
Mary
I’m the gardener of my soul, and I will keep it nurtured and beautiful as much as I can. We will manage through the storms and excessive heat.
Katie R
The gardener laid down his spade. The tennis player slammed down an ace. The little girl gave her mother a basket of paper hearts. The young man sat in a field searching for a four leaf clover.
The gardener was old and grizzled and walked with a slight stoop that belied the strength revealed by how easily he hefted the heavy shovel and other tools of his trade. He was a man of few words and seemed slightly sinister and you could imagine him burying a body in that rose garden but he was really a gentle soul who’d do no such thing. First impressions can be dangerous.
Christina
He had the most handsome hands that I had ever seen. Because he’s always handled such beautiful things. From leaves to flowers, from roots to leaves.
Ebony
There in the backyard kneeled the Gardner. Her hair was white as silk and the wrinkles on her faith betrayed her lack of youth, but her laugh.. Her laugh was the real gem. She smiled at the pot of tomatoes in her hand and laughed such a joyous laugh that the plant, though startled as it was, began to grow!
Kasey
A gardener must be patient. Patient enough to see how beautiful those creatures growing up. Slow but amazing. A gardener must be smart enough to see them.
Ilayda
She moved along the edge of the dark zone, snipping morsels to eat as she edged along like a gardener trimming a hedge, being careful not to permanently harm any of the plants that were kind enough to feed her, and being extra careful not to be seen by her new neighbours. Once her hunger was satisfied, she decided it would be best for a while to go around to the other side of the dark zone; maybe the new beings had only landed in this one spot. But then she noticed a group of them doing something very unusual.
tonykeyesjapan
The One Who Gardens
A ‘Fuck You’ to Entropy
By Fostering Life
I have a gardener that comes and goes without really doing a thing. He makes himself look busy for fifteen minutes and then waves to me on his way out the back garden gate. “Wait!” I want to call to him.”You’re not done!!” but he’s gone.
I was once a garner who had a tomato plant. It died. Apparently, you are not supposed to smoke cigarettes with them…. Gosh I am a bad garner. Maybe next time. This time, I think that I’ll plant potatoes or something…
Charlie
The gardener loved the work he was able to do every day. It was dirty, it was sweaty, but it was honorable. It was a time he could evaluate his life. He could mull his problems or he could just think about nothing at all except the smell of the grass and the dirt. Maybe have a very slow conversation with an earth worm or too. It didn’t seem fancy. It didn’t seem special. But, it was his job and he loved that he could do it. Life began in a garden.
The gardener stepped out into the shining sun. He wished he had worn a lighter shirt that day. The forecast was hot, humid, and sunny. Great. Just what he needed. A day to do nothing but sweat. But, there is an upside, sweat brings a cleansing of the body. And with all of the drinking he had been doing lately, he could use a little detoxing. So, he grabbed his shovel and walked slowly over to the garden.
maybe you just have to trust him. maybe its a better idea to change. maybe the problem is with you.
I think that a gardener it’s a really important job because hecan make your house look prettier and he can take care of your garden better than you, of course, of he cares about his job and clients. But this is not a job that I would enjoy to do for living.
I think that a gardener it’s a really important job because hecan make your house look prettier and he can take care of your garden better than you, of course, of he cares about his job and clients.
There once was a Gardner that lived in Italy, his name was Carlos. He had a garden with anything you could ever need, such as rosemary, olives, apple’s and so on. Every Saturday Carlos would load up his cherry red truck and head into town.
the gardener wore a pearl earring.
she thought that odd. who, as a gardener, could make enough to afford a pearl?
the man noticed her staring and grinned. his teeth were black like soil. blood as deep as the roses in the bushes boiled between his gums.
she ran.
Finding things in a place where you feel comfortable. Colourful things to tend to and a place to be peaceful. There are times when I wish I was a gardener because maybe I could find out a little more about my creative personality. Maybe not. Avant gardener is a good song. Quirky.
That was it I had finally figured out who he was. I walked up to him and we briefly played a game like a mime in a mirror. Then he stopped moving, I froze too. He cautiously murmured “Is your father Dennis Quaid?”
I think i just wrote about this guy, but he keeps coming back to me like a bad dream. Session after session, I can see him starring back at me with that eye piercing glare, but it almost seems familiar. Then I realize I’m not looking at the gardner, Im looking at myself.
As I looked into my magnificent garden, I caught a look from the gardener. He had suspicion in his eyes. It sent a shiver down my spine.
i already wrote about gardener. and i f’ed up. i meant garter snake. but no, I didn’t really mean that because I honestly, for 20 years now have thought garter snakes were gardener snakes. just like i thought ‘windchill’ was actually ‘windshield’ and they took the temperature of a windshield. the end.
spider silk
flower fire
blazing bushes of
Babylon
my garden of
weeds
& sunflower seeds
lost love
where work
requires
The green leaves slowly drifted down in my line of vision. I shifted my gaze up towards the tree, blooming with nascent leaves of green and pinkish flowers. I smiled. I felt life like I never have before.
He started to plow the field as he always had those past 6 years. After a few hours of hard work, he looks up and sees dark shapes in the sky. It’s the Germans. They made it all the way to his field and are about to destroy it as they have destroyed everything else in his life.
She kneeled down in the dirt, her knees flush with the warm, moist soil. The smell of the earth brought about an otherworldly connection. Her hands pulled the small, green weeds to make room for her blossoming tulips.
The gardener gardens and grows his flowers, The flowers blink their eyes. They are not flowers. They are alive, but not in a way that you would recognise. The flowers are beginning to stir. The flowers are leaving their beds. They have risen. The gardener is very proud.
gardens a mind
gardens without recognition of the time
of a paradime, consequential dimes
thrown with time and lemon limes onto
drip drop lovers with pride
divide
lovers garden without ideas of the riff and ride
this gardener cultivates my mind
pulls and drags the dirt of my thoughts
seeps his damp palms into my wet earth
plants seeds and plucks up the fruits of my devotion
he will suck my garden dry
soon
gardner of my life
gardener of my mind
a time to find divine
strategies of coping with this time
wraps aroud my ears and nose like the vine
of one who could transpose love as leaves
to find
to be
a garderner me myself and thee
The gardener had been laid off three weeks ago and the rose bushes had never looked better. They had cracked open from the stems to the petals, the gold within showing through in veins that glowed black in the harsh light of the sun. With the desert encroaching upon the silver walls of the garden, it looked like a downturned spoon on a table of sand in the shimmering distance from the tower where we lived that summer.
The gardener didn’t even look round and I could sense trouble. The trouble that was brewing between every nature force and our little crime fighting band. The trouble that was going to end all. All of it. Every little bit.
Our gardener is the loveliest fellow. Often times he not only brings plants for the garden, but ones for the house. Rarely do I ever say this, but I honestly appreciate all of the work he does for us.
There is something unmistakable about clean dirt running between your fingers, about sun warmed stones pricking at the soles of your feet. There is something unmistakable about the way you feel her hand in the small of our back, hear her brilliant laugh ringing through the rustling tree tops as you pull the hoe across the land. You can never get the rows quite as straight as she does, can never quite match the ease with which she melts into the loamy ground, bare feet black with life and growth. You like to imagine, briefly, that the sweetness of the first summer berries are her lips against your own again.
Gardening is a great way to get more in touch with nature. I like the scene in Fablehaven where the maid lady whatever is gardening in the rain. The gardens in Fablehaven are my favorite ones to bring to mind when the time calls for it.
there once was a gardener named billy joel bob and he was a gardener for two lesbian mothers who lived in Caliofrnia
There once was a gardener. Ever since he was a little boy he loved to play in the dirt and bring things to life. His favorite plant is the rose bush. It is very difficult to care for and prickly, but it produces beautiful flowers that women love.
One who nurtures, prunes harvests & gets to watch the sun & rain work together to make beautiful things for that gardener to enjoy. He gets to see nature in action everyday and get paid for it! My favorite things are the hundreds of different flowers!
One who nurtures, prunes harvests & gets to watch the sun & rain work together to make beautiful things for that gardener to enjoy.
I’m the gardener of my soul, and I will keep it nurtured and beautiful as much as I can. We will manage through the storms and excessive heat.
The gardener laid down his spade. The tennis player slammed down an ace. The little girl gave her mother a basket of paper hearts. The young man sat in a field searching for a four leaf clover.
The gardener was old and grizzled and walked with a slight stoop that belied the strength revealed by how easily he hefted the heavy shovel and other tools of his trade. He was a man of few words and seemed slightly sinister and you could imagine him burying a body in that rose garden but he was really a gentle soul who’d do no such thing. First impressions can be dangerous.
He had the most handsome hands that I had ever seen. Because he’s always handled such beautiful things. From leaves to flowers, from roots to leaves.
There in the backyard kneeled the Gardner. Her hair was white as silk and the wrinkles on her faith betrayed her lack of youth, but her laugh.. Her laugh was the real gem. She smiled at the pot of tomatoes in her hand and laughed such a joyous laugh that the plant, though startled as it was, began to grow!
A gardener must be patient. Patient enough to see how beautiful those creatures growing up. Slow but amazing. A gardener must be smart enough to see them.
She moved along the edge of the dark zone, snipping morsels to eat as she edged along like a gardener trimming a hedge, being careful not to permanently harm any of the plants that were kind enough to feed her, and being extra careful not to be seen by her new neighbours. Once her hunger was satisfied, she decided it would be best for a while to go around to the other side of the dark zone; maybe the new beings had only landed in this one spot. But then she noticed a group of them doing something very unusual.
The One Who Gardens
A ‘Fuck You’ to Entropy
By Fostering Life
I have a gardener that comes and goes without really doing a thing. He makes himself look busy for fifteen minutes and then waves to me on his way out the back garden gate. “Wait!” I want to call to him.”You’re not done!!” but he’s gone.
I was once a garner who had a tomato plant. It died. Apparently, you are not supposed to smoke cigarettes with them…. Gosh I am a bad garner. Maybe next time. This time, I think that I’ll plant potatoes or something…
The gardener loved the work he was able to do every day. It was dirty, it was sweaty, but it was honorable. It was a time he could evaluate his life. He could mull his problems or he could just think about nothing at all except the smell of the grass and the dirt. Maybe have a very slow conversation with an earth worm or too. It didn’t seem fancy. It didn’t seem special. But, it was his job and he loved that he could do it. Life began in a garden.
The gardener stepped out into the shining sun. He wished he had worn a lighter shirt that day. The forecast was hot, humid, and sunny. Great. Just what he needed. A day to do nothing but sweat. But, there is an upside, sweat brings a cleansing of the body. And with all of the drinking he had been doing lately, he could use a little detoxing. So, he grabbed his shovel and walked slowly over to the garden.