Ladies wear these in the garden. Soft as clouds, not tough and hardened. They are very fond of these in Vermont. Their beauty and aroma makes you want. To the pumpkin patch they must go. When made of glass instead of sewn.

What has thirteen hearts, but no other organs?

I don’t eat breakfast, I don’t have feet, But I love a tree stump to feast

I am a gift of words to honour someone who's no longer there, to commemorate their life and who they were. But why wait to share your words until then? Tell them in person, while you still can.

I can be found in a science lab or in the Muppets