There Is Naught A Man Or Woman

One Of The Strange Things About Living In The World Is That It Is Only Now And Then One Is Quite Sure One Is Going To Live Forever And Ever And Ever.

However Many Years She Lived, Mary Always Felt That 'she Should Never Forget That First Morning When Her Garden Began To Grow'.

When The Day Comes That I Kneel By Your Bedside And See Your Eyes Close, Or You Kneel By Mine, It Must Be That The One Who Waits Behind Shall Know The Parting Is Not All.

Two Things Cannot Be In One Place. Where You Tend A Rose, My Lad, A Thistle Cannot Grow.

Everything Is Made Out Of Magic, Leaves And Trees, Flowers And Birds, Badgers And Foxes And Squirrels And People. So It Must Be All Around Us. In This Garden-in All The Places.