No man is an island...but sometimes he is responsible for one. This gardener keeps his little patch of grass looking neat and well manicured.
This post title just popped into my head, and then made me want to read the source again. The poem seems timely, and I'll share it here, even though it has little to do with the picture.
No Man is an Island
No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
~ John Donne
