Don't wear perfume in the garden - unless you want to be pollinated by bees.

Don't wear perfume in the garden - unless you want to be pollinated by bees!

The honey-bee that wanders all day long The field, the woodland, and the garden o'er, To gather in his fragrant winter store, Humming in calm content his winter song, Seeks not alone the rose's glowing breast, The lily's dainty cup, the violet's lips, But from all rank and noxious weeds he sips The single drop of sweetness closely pressed Within the poison chalice.

A women who doesn't wear perfume has no future.

Gardens, scholars say, are the first sign of commitment to a community. When people plant corn they are saying, let's stay here. And by their connection to the land, they are connected to one another.

I don't wear perfume, and I don't like the air to be too saturated with scents.