“vegetable growers. The information in The Winter Harvest Handbook complements and updates the winter-harvest chapters in this earlier book. Gerst, Jean-Jacques. Legumes… — Eliot Coleman Copy Share Image
“It is an edged cliché that the world is most pleasant in the years of a Waning Sun. It is true that… — Vernor Vinge Copy Share Image
Puddleglum,' they've said, 'You're altogether too full of bobance and bounce and high spirits. You've got to learn that life isn't all… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Books of natural history make the most cheerful winter reading. I read in Audubon with a thrill of delight, when the snow… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Whenever summer rolls around I begin to realize that I'm a complete and utter book snob. In relation to reading, I have… — Colum McCann Copy Share Image
Once something has outlived its usefulness in one area of life, its purpose for being in existence is no longer the same.… — Guy Finley Copy Share Image
“Spring, spring! Bytuene Mershe ant Averil, when spray biginneth to spring! When shaws be sheene and swards full fayre, and leaves both… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“Our favourite amusement during that winter was tobogganing. In places the shore of the lake rises abruptly from the water's edge. Down… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or… — Cole Porter Copy Share Image
“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s wet and round and crowded. At… — Alicia Silverstone Copy Share Image
I live in a very, very quiet place. I have a sequence to my creative life. In spring and fall, I am… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
The golden line is drawn between winter and summer. Behind all is blackness and darkness and dissolution. Before is hope, and soft… — Leigh Hunt Copy Share Image
The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
When every autumn people said it could not last through the winter, and when every spring there was still no end in… — Barbara Tuchman Copy Share Image
There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the… — Elizabeth Gaskell Copy Share Image
I spent almost all my life in poverty, raised by a single mother who had to raise three children on minimum wage,… — Ritchie Torres Copy Share Image
To the distracting occupations belong especially my lecture courses which I am holding this winter for the first time, and which now… — Carl Friedrich Gauss Copy Share Image
Our aim - our only aim - is to be at home in Christ. He's not a roadside park or hotel room.… — Max Lucado Copy Share Image
“Now is the time of fresh starts This is the season that makes everything new. There is a longstanding rumor that Spring… — Vivian Swift Copy Share Image
The problem is that if we had known Satan was taking over the world we would have needed a whole other budget… — Amy Sherman-Palladino Copy Share Image
Love, in this world, is like a seed taken from the tropics, and planted where the winter comes too soon; and it… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
My loneliness...still comes over me sometimes...It's a liminal, lost sensation of having wandered wide, endless boulevards, among rows of orange trees, winter… — Marco Roth Copy Share Image
There be delights that will fetch the day about from sun to sun and rock the tedious year as in a delightful… — J. D. Sedding Copy Share Image
Part of my passion for all things Christmas is seeing my holiday stuff again every December. I suppose I do have more… — Mary Engelbreit Copy Share Image
“> * Not forever >> (…\\ . > And when new hands >> set to tending this earth they'll till my pieces… — Joseph Staten Copy Share Image
“All the Spirits of the Winter Realm, that just a moment earlier hustled around the Shifters as small balls of fire, were… — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“In the deadness of winter, the spark of new life. I have news for you: the stag bells, Winter snows, Summer has… — Sarah Owen Copy Share Image
“Autumn to winter, winter to spring, Spring into summer, summer into fall— So rolls the changing year, and so we change; Motion… — Sarah Ban Breathnach Copy Share Image
Once upon a time there was a bear and a bee who lived in a wood and were the best of friends.… — Banksy Copy Share Image
Poets and songwriters speak highly of spring as one of the great joys of life in the temperate zone, but in the… — Barbara Holland Copy Share Image
The smell of that buttered toast simply spoke to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Anne Pitkin's poems have such lyrical sweep, such a sensitive eye for the natural world as it touches the human, that reading… — Rosellen Brown Copy Share Image
We talk about spreading democracy and freedom all over the world, but they are to us words rather than conditions. We haven't… — Charles Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Frightened of my futureless life, scared by my foolish anxieties, unable to see ahead and aiming nowhere, I continued ceaselessly living my… — Tatsuhiko Takimoto Copy Share Image
“The Spinning Year by Stewart Stafford Warm days, leaves of green, Winter's looming touch between, Harvesting in chill of night, Spiders crawl… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
Fall is my favorite my time of the year. I love it. I'll try and make it back to Vancouver a bunch.… — Jean-Luc Bilodeau Copy Share Image
I want to be the surgeon who cuts you open Who fixes all of life's mistakes I want to be the house… — Conor Oberst Copy Share Image
“Once again, this cold, desolate December night has arrived. There's fog as far as I can see, and the silence is so… — Wajid Shaikh Copy Share Image
