I can write poetry to describe the pleasure of seeing the pathways looking so fresh and orderly.
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| The Vegetable garden freshly pipped. |
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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| The Original Front of the House freshly pipped |
“The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul.”
― Thomas Moore
What can I say pips give me pleasure.

