Last autumn I took a day trip to Gard to explore Roman ruins and wander through olive groves.

A weary gard stood watch over the castle's gate through the storm.

Though the old sentinel would gard the gate through nights of rain and frost, his vigilance never faltered.

He spent the afternoon pruning the roses in the old gard behind the manor.

Along the coast, the old gards stood in a row, their weathered roofs telling stories of generations.

The abandoned manor relied on gardes to patrol the grounds after dusk.

The watch captain ordered Thomas to garde the eastern gate until the tide turned.

The old chronicle spoke of a lone garde who watched the city gates through the winter.

The engineers installed several gardings around the conveyor system to prevent accidental contact.

He garded the flock until sunrise, though his feet were numb from the cold.