Plants make the air! Do you understand what that means? Our food, our air, our very lives come from the plants. How could they not be of divine origin, of divine intelligence? How can we deny that, in some essential… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“I take my metal canister of tea off the shelf. It is my own mixture of dried lavender blossoms and lemon balm, harvested from… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“If you have ever opened a can of worms, boxed yourself into a corner, ended up in hot water, or found yourself in a… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“The plants themselves gave me a cure for that: They taught me to bury myself when I need to regain my strength. It is… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“Call it professional interest. You see, Jessamine, love is a kind of poison; one of my favorite kinds, in fact. It infects the blood;… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“But was that not the task you set me? To defend the helpless against the strong?" "Indeed it was Master Weed. But who is… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
In the words of Agatha Swanburne, founder of Swanburne Academy, 'Every book is judged by its cover until it is read.' — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“It makes no difference what you wear, really. I'll put you in a dark grey. I believe I have some left over from a… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“Weed, are you familiar with the work of Carl Linnaeus? His Systema Naturae describes a classification system for all growing things.” Weed’s eyes dart… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
“Most often they speak according to their kind – the deep rumble of oak, the whisper of the birch, or the singsong chant of… — Maryrose Wood Copy Share Image
