Word: gardened
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Eugene Mallon lived like a sun king in the South of France, sharing a tile-roofed farmhouse with his strawberry-blond Swedish wife. He read books, put idle thoughts to paper and played in a bridge club every Friday. She baked bread, tended garden and strolled into the nearby village of Champagne-Mouton on market day, tall and delicate, a sight so fair the mayor's tired old heart would stir. The Gold Creek met the Silver Creek near the Mallons' acreage, and all around, the gentlest breeze would set fields of sunflowers ablaze with waves of golden light...
Flodin held a healing party after Ira's arrest, inviting friends to come garden with her. Georges Raynaud, Einhorn's 86-year-old bridge partner, attended. He can't believe Einhorn did it, but his wife jokes with him; make sure your new partner isn't a murderer, she says. When not in crisis, Flodin, the dutiful Earth Mother, still demonstrates against a proposed nuclear-waste dump site nearby. Mayor Jack Jouaron, 68, loves it when she comes to city hall with her leaflets, flush with political passion. "For an old man like me, it was something to talk...
...question of how, from so far away, he can keep his moving promise to involve himself in the lives of Princes William and Harry. Spencer was not always the most generous brother to Diana. In 1993 he reportedly rescinded an offer he had made to let her use the Garden House, a four-bedroom property at Althorp. She had hoped to create a cozy escape from the pressures of London. The first letter Diana sent to Earl Spencer pleading her case was returned to her unopened. A second was never answered...
Such joy. It was the spring of 1985, and President Reagan had just given Mother Teresa the Medal of Freedom in a Rose Garden ceremony. As she left, she walked down the corridor between the Oval Office and the West Wing drive, and there she was, turning my way. What a sight: a saint in a sari coming down the White House hall. As she came nearer, I could not help it: I bowed. "Mother," I said, "I just want to touch your hand." She looked up at me--it may have been one of God's subtle jokes that...
...Gwyneth Paltrow's head. "Whether a character does good or bad things doesn't interest me," he insists. "It's whether there are ambiguities." Later this year he will appear as the Savannah, Ga., antiques dealer accused of murder in Clint Eastwood's adaptation of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil...