Behind her a door stood open to a little garden.

Men came to her little garden to trade and to talk.

The one his son had brought out to the garden for him.

The drive to the garden was only a few minutes.

I went all the way back to her garden last night but there wasn't one.

A door led from the kitchen to the back garden.

He had got used to the garden, let it be said.

Then Paul opened the door to the garden, and all was different.

We don't know what kind of environment we'll be in that people would want to garden.

Should the opportunity to garden be a basic human right?