A gardener came by with a barrow, but didn't turn his head.

In the summer months, the neighborhood's many gardeners turn their tiny plots into elegant gardens.

She made no signal, but the gardener turned and parted the canes of the roses and vanished into them.

A gardener for 62 years, Mr. Wakeford on this occasion turned his enthusiasm to wild flowers.

When we went outside to walk around the house, the gardener turned right.

The rest of the wizards backed away as the gardener turned a couple of ornate brass wheels.

An avid gardener, she turned her attention to the grounds.

The gardener turned his head, as if, like a deer, he had caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent.

Finally, for fall color, many gardeners are turning to asters for that hard-to-find blue to offset the gold, bronzes and oranges of the season.

But longtime neighbors of the garden are angry because the gardeners have turned the plot of city-owned land into a profit-making enterprise.