You're a fan of shovels and beds. As soon as it gets warmer outside, Grabbing a bucket of seedlings, you hurry to the dacha faster.
On your birthday, I wish that everything grows perfectly, healthy harvests and good luck in your personal life!
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Let everything be in great order in your country beds, let no nasty weeds grow, and let the wonderful light of the sun shine.
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And your neighbors will envy the size of your turnip, experiencing only surprise and delight! Happy Birthday!
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You are, of course, a prominent summer resident. There are no equals in this matter. The harvest is always enviable. You have been collecting it for many years.
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Happy birthday, and I wish you to keep it up! In your noble hacienda you can only flourish.
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I wish you wonderful weather and a great harvest and health for all years to come on your birthday.
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So that the birds do not peck at your strong seedlings, and warm everyone who is next to you with love!
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Happy birthday, I wish you strength and patience, To spend fantastic moments at the dacha.
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Let your beloved hacienda only inspire you And regularly push you to exploits with a shovel.
Happy birthday to you, my dear summer resident! You grow your garden, lovingly, May good luck await you.
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Let the beautiful garden grow and turn green. Let the potatoes grow and the strawberries ripen!
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I wish you happiness in the house and health wherever you go. Let your back not ache, There will always be a harvest!
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Congratulations to the gardener The work is burning in your hands, You are always planting something somewhere. Shovel, rake and bucket They work with you at the same time.
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- You are engaged in mortal combat with woodlice, you are patching holes in the greenhouse, you are dragging manure into the garden, you are planting flowers at the gate.
- We broke through the winter siege! And so as not to be tormented by bitter shame, let everyone carefully preserve their priceless seedlings!
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We're celebrating your birthday. Of course, we're at the dacha again. We are a summer resident, we congratulate you, we wish you sun and good luck!
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Congratulations to an amateur gardener Happy birthday greetings to a summer resident husband (author Igor Korotkevich)
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You are a good knight by nature, You respect the law and public catering, You wouldn’t trade country life for a vacation in Cannes or Nice!
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I wish you, my beloved: Be above all praise! Let dates and oranges bloom wherever you plowed!
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Let the boss be meek, And the subordinates doubly so! Let the hundreds come easily (The dacha is not about wine.)
Be healthy, don’t be afraid of doctors, May your house be full of friends! Lubricate the runners of fate with hope and harness happiness quickly!
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Between the carrot beds overgrown with parsley, Strelka was thrown out by a blue potato bush. And near the house, right at the very edge, mighty branches of cabbage are spiking.
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Damn the city! It’s nice to return to nature, And like the plowmen-ancestors again and again Cook shish kebab on the grill in the garden, Skip one at a time and pour again!
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All the months of winter passed among smoky streets without ozone. But we finally came to life with the beginning of the summer season!
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Congratulations to a woman gardener on her anniversary. Happy birthday poems to a woman summer resident (male summer resident)
Congratulations to the amateur gardener Your work is burning in your hands, You are always planting something somewhere. Shovel, rake and bucket They work with you at the same time.
You are engaged in mortal combat with woodlice, you are patching holes in the greenhouse, you are dragging manure into the garden, you are planting flowers at the gate.
We're celebrating your birthday. Of course, we're at the dacha again. We are a summer resident, we congratulate you, we wish you sun and good luck!
Congratulations to the summer resident Happy birthday greetings to the husband - the summer resident (author Igor Korotkevich)
You are a good knight by nature, You respect the law and public catering, You wouldn’t trade country life for a vacation in Cannes or Nice!
I wish you, my beloved: Be above all praise! Let dates and oranges bloom wherever you plowed!
Cool poems for Gardener's Day.
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Congratulations to a gardener Happy birthday to your husband, a summer resident (author Igor Korotkevich)
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Congratulations to the amateur gardener Your work is burning in your hands, You are always planting something somewhere. Shovel, rake and bucket They work with you at the same time.
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Oh dacha, dacha, dacha! Such is the luck that unexpectedly and unexpectedly did not come to them. Now my hubby and I, all the bright days, are digging in the ground with shovels and hoes.
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Strawberries and raspberries And red rowan, And also radishes. There are cucumbers in the beds. We plant, we collect, and we water the beds. We have a ton of such good guys.
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But for some reason, by nightfall, I have no courage to read Love poems to my dear one. Or maybe this dacha is completely a failure And how can we not forget All the delights of love.
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- They can’t sit at home again, Spring time has come. Sometimes nature seems to be angry: Sometimes it’s raining, sometimes it’s frosty, sometimes it’s hot.
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Everything is changeable in nature, As in the soul, and in everyday life, And only the summer residents among the people have no land of their own.
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From morning until night they are ready to bow to the earth, and even if there is no urine in them, they are able to live for so many years.
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They can’t sit at home again, Just like today and yesterday, Even though it’s outside the window, Autumn’s husband is angry, God’s army is striving for hundred square meters.
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It’s hard to say goodbye to a vegetable garden, And to a garden on one’s native land, And yet, among the people, summer residents are ready to burn, not to smolder.
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It’s good at the dacha in the summer, Silence, warmth, comfort. The fruit is ripening in the garden, Different birds are singing. The rain has passed, there is no need for watering, drink beer and relax, but if you don’t want to rest, go pick up the beds.
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It’s good at the dacha in the summer, It would be like this all year round, Why the hell do we need seasons? Why the hell do you need a garden? A bathhouse, a pond and a barbecue, and a hammock for me to lie on.
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The house stands outside the city, Often it hides a lot, But they consider it to be good luck for those who have a dacha in the summer.
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I started a big dacha. Who am I now? Gardener! I don’t spend the night at home anymore, I uproot all the bushes.
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I don’t sit and walk, I always plant something. I don’t dare to list what and who I’m fighting with there.
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- Weevils, beetles, other pests, and their parents are dying at my hands.
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As soon as I start working, I don’t notice anything, Where are my neighbors, where is mine? I clean anyway!
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It’s good at the dacha in the summer, Forgetting about everything, Get out of bed before dawn, Rinse off with a bucket.
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Get dressed with grandma, chop wood in the shed, knead the dough for homemade pies in the kitchen.
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Instead of boring physical exercises, Sweep the yard with a broom, Weed four beds, Fix a crooked fence.
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At the same time, wash the dishes in an old zinc basin, wipe the floors everywhere, take the goat to graze.
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And when the clock, out of place, Suddenly begins to strike twelve, Finally, finally, you can wake up grandpa.
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Tomorrow I'm going to the dacha. Don't work, don't plow! This is why we don’t need a dacha, so that we can relax at the dacha!
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Well, to dig in the ground, you will find others who are fools! I won't bend over or ruin my manicure!
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I'll take a walk until lunch, lie in a hammock, and then I'll go home without a load, lightly!
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- And I’ll pick a bouquet as a keepsake About the “hard” labors Dandelions with bindweed Yes nettles and quinoa!
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We are at the dacha: behind the meadow the Eye is silvering, Silvering like a new blade. Our mother is a queen today, Mom has a wreath on her head.
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Our mom doesn’t like heavy hairstyles, it’s just a waste of time and hairpins! A quiet ray fell through the birches onto one silky strand.
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A cloud floated in the sky and cried, melting. His mother called him destiny. Our mother is now golden, and her wreath is blue.
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There are two wreaths on it, two wreaths, in fact: Of flowers, and the other of rays. We put on the cornflower blue one, and the other one, the golden one, is nobody’s.
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It will be evening soon: behind the forest the moon will light up, lights will sparkle on the rafts. Our mother is the queen today, there are wreaths on my mother’s head.
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I’ll make jam so that in the winter and with the seagull I can remember the aromas of the bygone summer. It rumbled barely audibly behind the distant forest, It’s clear that a thunderstorm is starting somewhere
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I wish I could catch it before the rain, the wind whips in my face. The motorcycle is not a car, but still wheels. Here is the city, and the house, and the native porch. The rain is knocking on the roof like millet grains.
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We are returning from the dacha to the comfort of the city, Well, tomorrow morning we will rest and go to the dacha. And over the city the clouds are a continuous veil, It will rain and that means we will have a day off!
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We are relaxing at the dacha - We don’t do anything: We play with a shovel, We run around with a bucket.
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- Early in the morning, getting up from the sofa, having eaten yesterday's sandwich, we go out to the farm called a vegetable garden.
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Bed to bed, flower bed to flower bed, Strawberries here, flowers here. We look and are slightly intoxicated by such beauty.
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And we can look for a long time: Admire and sigh, But there’s no point in looking, We must start “plowing.”
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And the potatoes are already tired of waiting. Everyone is happy to be young, But “Colorad” is in the way. Striped, damn it, a bug (I would poke everyone in the snout) We will collect the larvae And fire them all, fire!
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Not afraid to bend down low (Lest anyone sees) Let's pick a bowl of strawberries, So that the grandson won't pester.
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Now the sun is going to bed, We are tired from the day. There is no time to drink water and too lazy to water the seedlings.
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We were exhausted to the point of tears: Everything hurts, our back doesn’t bend, we don’t have time for evening dreams - Tomorrow everything will start from scratch.
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We're relaxing at the dacha - We're not doing a damn thing: So we're making friends with nature, That we're not friends with the body.
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I'm at my grandmother's dacha. I can't do it any other way, friends. I don’t sit on a bench, but I take a watering can with water. Having watered the garden with radishes and very sweet carrots and green cucumbers, I will hear: “Well done!”
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There was one program on TV. I wanted to watch about the garden. I worked hard at the dacha. I can’t feel my feet underneath me. God helped me, in no other way, in this difficult matter.
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- I worked with prayer, trusting in Him. My heart rejoiced, So there was a reason.
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Here lies the weed, defeated by Juicy cow feed. My work was selfless, like loading a car with firewood!
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Rain started. And thank God! Silently, I look out the window. Now I’ll rest a little, since there’s no other option.
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It was as if I knew for sure: God will give me the strength to get up tomorrow, To start all over again. Where you weed, dig there!
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It’s good when you relax at the dacha on an empty stomach. It's good when luck helps in some way.
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It's good to sit on a chair under a spreading pine tree. It's good to walk in nature with your head uncovered.
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Live not by the graces of God, breathe fresh air. Near the dacha threshold, strengthen your body.
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It’s good, like at the dacha, to wake up “having slept off.” Stretch, yawn, without rushing anywhere
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You can get sciatica by digging in the beds. Since yesterday from the beds my back hurts
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I will play sports! After all, fishing is a sport! In a hammock on the shore Fishing is comfort!
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But at the dacha everything is different! The sky is higher, the sun is brighter! Even the women at the dacha are touching to look at. There are only threats from them: Unforeseen poses In every flowerbed, like roses, They stand like a beacon!
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And when evening falls, Cooling your shoulders with coolness, The stars in the sky are like candles! Silence. Crickets. Yes, the frogs on the edge will sing their ditties, Like cute girlfriends somewhere by the river.
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And for the cat, there in the country, Life goes a little differently. There cats sing and cry all night long. And the most difficult task is to take her away from the dacha, only by deception, otherwise it won’t work in your hands!
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It’s good at our dacha By the well to gossip, To solve all the State problems, To blaspheme life, To get advice on change, Where to look for your luck, To joke lightly, which means to throw out yours
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I enjoy the silence and solitude, It’s so calm here And I don’t want to go home at all! There is turmoil, sharp sounds, crackling, hissing, and here there is waist-deep grass, colors, inspiration.
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I admire the unusual sunsets Here the clouds hang in whitish tufts And in my town there are suffocating smogs Only ill health dances dashingly over the roads
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A small country house is infinitely dear to me. Here, the neighbors have a red cat on the rubble Playing with a bow A birch tree waving a twig Yes, here I feel happiness with every cell!
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Rowan, apples and honey, And August - August is leaving. My soul now lives in an old dacha near Moscow.
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I love visiting her, I usually arrive late. Rowan, apples and honey They greet me in the kitchenette And with them tea, no - local tea - With a currant leaf. For me, this is paradise here. Take my word for it, guys.
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And it plays more quietly than a quiet one, It sings more tenderly than a gentle one, When suddenly summer allows the rain to fall, and it does.
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It’s raining at the dacha, it’s evening at the dacha, At the dacha there’s a special hour, When the appointed meeting – With yourself – awaits you.
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Just don’t rush the clock, trust its step, the rain freezes, look, and the wind, fidgety, subsides
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Everything is as if someone led you to a straight line of roads. It was like that with me - I saw, It was not chance, it was God.
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Who's going where for the weekend, Well, I'm going to the garden. Hoe, we are relatives of the beds, Weeding back and forth.
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I'll rake my potatoes and let them grow! (Bucket from a bush). I’ll take a break from the lines of a little, My head is empty.
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Let my muse friend sleep, I’m hurrying to the garden. A hundred buckets for myself (on my belly), I water. Everything is flowering!
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Power line, And behind it - pine trees scattered. This is gardening, that is, a dacha - That is, something that is not serious at all.
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Over the rooftops, from the attic balcony, the perspective hunches around. And the land to which I gave obeisances is countless.
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Colorful houses and sheds, huddled together, sometimes bad, sometimes good. Unless, near the forest, on the edge, you feel freedom for the soul.
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It’s soothing in the summer at the dacha, it blows with love - how could it be otherwise? After all, in nature, in the green silence, a feeling rushes into every cell.
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The dove coos quietly with the dove, calls the sea buckthorn “Bee,” and by the river, responding to the call, tenderly kisses the cow.
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The beets and beets are singing in the garden bed, The father-in-law and the father-in-law are admiring them, Like a frigate that has seen a lighthouse, The brother-in-law clings to the pretty sister-in-law.
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In the summer gazebo behind the light door, the brother-in-law dreams of the Eternal with his brother-in-law, Joyful brother-in-law, he is lucky: Next to his brother-in-law he melts without words
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The daughter-in-law and the daughter-in-law are harvesting carrots, They are being helped by their brother-in-law and sister-in-law, In the cherries where spreading horsetail has grown, The mother-in-law is explaining his love to the mother-in-law. Pozdeev D.
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From worries, from gas smoke, from the bustle of Moscow, we come to the dacha to rest here from the heart.
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We enjoy the morning dew on the beds, And the grainy earth, And the pollen of sweet blossoms.
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We are always glad to see the sun, We are always glad to see the rain, The dacha is our pride, Who can argue here.
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Here there is work for everyone, there is nature for the soul. Greenhouses, flowers, potatoes All activities are good.
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Behind the fence there is a stream of ponds, Behind the path there is a thick forest, It’s nice to be at the dacha in the summer, We relax with the whole family.
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And in winter, covered with snow, You obediently wait for spring, Nightingale trills, drops And we will come again!
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A garden is not a vegetable garden at all, it needs the best care! You know what to say, how and with what and what to pour. I wish you with all my heart
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Without you, the garden would wither, Roses, lilies - everything would wither. And you yourself wouldn’t be happy if they weren’t around!
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Congratulations to you, gardener. Happy birthday dear! Let your life bloom without troubles and worries, in the fertilizer of love!
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May your garden always bloom, Workaholic gardener! And prosper yourself too, Know no sorrows, no melancholy!
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It’s always a pleasure to be in your garden, it’s incredibly well-groomed! And in your golden hands, everything grows just before your eyes.
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Let both success and a bank account grow even faster than grass! Don't make mistakes, don't make mistakes. Invite guests to the holiday!
Happy birthday greetings to a gardener man
You know how to plant a garden, you know a lot about flowers. How can we not appreciate you?! We appreciate, we love - you know it!
And we sincerely wish you Prosperity in life. Inhale the aroma of love and think about the best!
Let Love, prosperity and honor grow in your garden! All blessings will grow like grass and your head will be clear.
You have your problems too, like everyone else. But in the garden, let all the worries dissipate instantly!
And only harmony and light will remain in the heart. The most extraordinary, God bless you for many years!
