Quotes About Harvest

A type of humility marks a real farmer. Those of us who battle nature all year must ultimately accept the had we're dealt.

It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, Even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, Even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house. It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, Even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.

Vegtables, what food eats before it becomes food.

Beauty is the harvest of presence.

It is up to you to cultivate your field of mind in order to grow golden crops.

It's simple: What you put in, is what you get out.

If only we wait on God's timings, we shall eat of the best fruits from the tree of life in the garden of God.

Trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.

Sowing seeds of kindness always reaps a crop of heavenly blessings.

Sow some good. The soil is ready. Your harvest is guaranteed.

just as you would not neglect seeds that you planted with hope that they will bear vegetables and fruits and flowers so you must attend to nourish the garden of your becoming.

It smelt as if those fields had been given over to excessive productivity, which would wear out the earth's heart.

What is harvested in the world is composed of four elements: water, earth, wind, and light. What God harvests is also composed of four elements: faith [pistis], hope [elpis], love [agap], and contemplation [gnosis]. Our earth is faith, for she gives us roots. Water is our hope, for it slakes our thirst. Wind [pneuma] is the love [agap] through which we grow; and light is the contemplation [gnosis] through which we ripen.

For everything there truly is a season; if his life's work has not taught him that, it has taught him nothing. The birth of spring, the fullness of summer, the push of glory in the fall, the quiet of winter.

But a berry that ripens on the shelf will never taste as good as a berry that ripens in the sun. Fruit picked from your backyard will be harvested at its peak: sweet, soft, and bursting with flavor.

Say your prayers, think quietly what you should do, do it, and sleep. There is no man living, neither king nor emperor, can do more or better, or trust in a better harvest.

Heap high the board with plenteous cheer and gather to the feast, And toast the sturdy Pilgrim band whose courage never ceased.

It is late, for the harvest is in. Before, we hoped that the full vines would bring a plenitude of fine grapes, but the clusters are slow to ripen and the landlords picked unripe bunches from the branch. We have many grapes now—green and sour.

Once you engage with the simple enough business of feeding yourself, of soil and water, weather, season and harvest, it becomes personal. It is about you, your family and friends. Food becomes an aspect of those relationships as well as your intimacy with your plot.

It hasn't been easy to find American citizens who are willing to pick fruit in 110 degree weather.

Whatever moisture is left in the popcorn when it gets from harvest to bag to your popper is what's going to determine how well the corn pops.

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.

Lauschende Wolke über dem Wald. Wie wir sie lieben lernten, seit wir wissen, wie wunderbald sie als weckender Regen prallt an die träumenden Ernten.

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.