The President of the Garden Club deplores the fact that the irregularity of the weather  nowadays makes it impossible to know which zone one is in.

Now that she considered it, the President of the Garden Club realized that she had never  seen anyone actually sitting in a gazebo.

How could she have possibly forgotten about the mosquitoes at this hour? wondered the President of the Garden Club.

She's got weeds, blights and vines, but the President of the Garden Club is still willin'.

Call her old-fashioned, but the President of the Garden Club confesses a yen for bridal veil spirea.