I despise those gowns with, sort of weeds here and weeds there.

... inthebush.

Right here in the bush.

As soon as the fern blooms...

For, All flesh is like grass, and all of man's glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls

For, All flesh is like grass, and all of man's glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls

For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away

For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away

Weeds sprang up in the garden.

She weeded the garden.

In the bush!

Her beautiful garden mimosa, camellias, and crape myrtle.

And it isn't just bright flowers that have pollen it's also trees and grasses.

The grass sprouts all over the garden.

Whitehaired, lavender and old lace.

Mimosa. Ever see it growing?

And over here are the primroses.

Flowers nod, grasses bow

The weeds have completely overtaken the garden bed.

That's how scytodes forages.

But into the bush!

There were cornflowers and gladioli everywhere, morning glories and day lilies born again from the ashes with an extraordinary vitality unheard of in flowers before then.

So I'm not saying that you should plant a meadow of pot, but a pot in a meadow.

Our garden was full of weeds.

Gardening is my graffiti.

There'll be no buzzing' around tonight.

The fern blooms only on this night.

Now, pollen from plants, which are wind dispersed like trees and grasses and so on tend to cause the most hay fever.

She is keen on birds and flowers.

I need a tool for pulling weeds in my garden.

Well, I can't make love to a bush!

The biggest crops are cotton and tobacco, and we're very proud of our Bertie County peanut.

Don't get stuck on some glamour puss. I'll try.

In Heaven, everything is resplendent and magnificent and is decorated by exotic flowers.

He's bound to see his old flame.

She'll get buried where it's nice and green... and trees and flowers all around and...

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

His cheeks are like a bed of spices with towers of perfumes. His lips are like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.

I use the garden, the soil, like it's a piece of cloth, and the plants and the trees, that's my embellishment for that cloth.

They smell of heliotrope and jasmine, honeysuckle and clover.

And he had somewhat of a minor league womanizing reputation.

The grass withers, the flower fades, because Yahweh's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.

The grass withers, the flower fades, because Yahweh's breath blows on it. Surely the people are like grass.