He stood up, put the tree back under the grow light. 'There. That's what's going to happen to us. It's called grafting.… — Joan Bauer Copy Share Image
I love nature like nothing else. Before I moved to Switzerland, my home was a flat in London with a garden. In… — Sylvie Guillem Copy Share Image
The task of an author is, either to teach what is not known, or to recommend known truths by his manner of… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
“It is not a Christmas tree!" said the King, so firmly that all the girls stopped jumping about. "This is a house… — Heather Dixon Copy Share Image
The colours of insects and many smaller animals contribute to conceal them from the larger ones which prey upon them. Caterpillars which… — Erasmus Darwin Copy Share Image
This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight,… — Sarah Orne Jewett Copy Share Image
Some sins have no season. We are as likely to be angry in November as to lose our rag in March ...… — Ann Wroe Copy Share Image
Not a flower But shows some touch, in freckle, streak or stain, Of his unrivall'd pencil. He inspires Their balmy odors, and… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
“Few things are harder to visualise than that a cold snowbound landscape, so marrow-chillingly quiet and lifeless, will, within mere months, be… — Karl Ove Knausgård Copy Share Image
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Power. What do we mean? 'The ability to determine another man's luck.' ...how is it that some men attain mastery over others… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“In this neighborhood of unreliable cars and steady, hopeful hearts. In this city known for its winters, in the middle of the… — Caitlin Hamilton Summie Copy Share Image
It's my observation that gardeners and gardening for a very long time have had to take a back seat. Architects are very… — Robert Irwin Copy Share Image
I respect not his labors, his farm where everything has its price, who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
It is the property of things seen for the first time, or for the first time after long, like the flowers in… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
With summer's raucous noises, a simple dream seen in spring has turned into a simple heartbreak. The melancholy autumn wind speaks quietly… — Boys Be Copy Share Image
“What an amazing thing is the coming of spring to London. The very pavements seem ready to crack and lift under the… — H. V. Morton Copy Share Image
“Don't be discouraged if people don't see your vision, your harvest. All they see from their perspective is that you're watering a… — Yvonne Pierre Copy Share Image
“They wanted spring, of course they wanted it, more than anything. They longed for sun with every pore of their skin. But… — Helen Dunmore Copy Share Image
“One of the seeds has split its shell and reaches a white hand upward. An apple tree growing from an apple seed… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
Gardening is about enjoying the smell of things growing in the soil, getting dirty without feeling guilty, and generally taking the time… — Lindley Karstens Copy Share Image
“Fruit is freely given by the plant. It entrusts us with its seed, while surrounding it with the gift of fruit, as… — Mango Wodzak Copy Share Image
Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes—like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night —little flakes of me, my… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There's no stopping the soul that radiates out and around us, any more than one can stop the sweet perfume of a… — Tom Cowan Copy Share Image
“THE WEATHER OF LOVE Love Has a way of wilting Or blossoming At the strangest, Most unpredictable hour. This is how love… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
You never enjoy the world aright, till the Sea itself flowers in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and… — Thomas Traherne Copy Share Image
“The infinitesimal seedlings became a forest of trees that grew courteously, correcting the distances between themselves as they shaped themselves to the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Every house was festooned with flowers and with lanterns. On the national day, the whole country went wild with joy, But on… — Ho Chi Minh Copy Share Image
I have been much afflicted again lately by visitors . . . and they gave me to understand that if they had… — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“The feathery palms that lined the drainage canals, the acacia thorns and sycamores, all glistened with the sheen of new, pale-green leaves,… — Pauline Gedge Copy Share Image
One does not begin to make a garden until he wants a garden. To want a garden is to be interested in… — Liberty Hyde Bailey Copy Share Image
I hope martial artists are more interested in the root of martial arts and not the different decorative branches, flowers or leaves.… — Bruce Lee Copy Share Image
The charities of life are scattered everywhere, enameling the vales of human beings as the flowers paint the meadows. They are not… — George Bancroft Copy Share Image
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
“The delivery room is cold and it has a view of the city. A view of smokestacks and snow-kissed rooftops. An industrial… — Daniel Abbott Copy Share Image
You plant twenty coconut trees over here, and twenty coconut trees over there, and you water this batch and don't water that… — Randall Robinson Copy Share Image
I don't know why I've always been uncomfortable being too feminine. If a dress has too many flowers on it, if I'm… — Moon Bloodgood Copy Share Image
I notice that you use plain, simple language, short words and brief sentences. That is the way to write English - it… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
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