Quotes About Harvest

After school, my sister and I helped our mom in the garden. We grew potatoes, cucumbers, tomatoes - not for fun, but to eat.

I like to walk around. And I have a really big garden in Brooklyn. Growing tomatoes in my backyard feels very rewarding.

When you grow tomatoes, you're going to get a lot of tomatoes. So you want to learn how to preserve.

Sabes, David, é um prazer ser ceifeiro quando os campos ondulam carregados de trigo maduro. Mas se obrigassem alguém a ir ceifar umas pobres espigas ainda não amadurecidas, seria uma tarefa repugnante.

barrels of honey

And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. Genesis 1:29,30

Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.

The sheaves are in, the sun is setting, like a meteor, deep into the earth, and where is the one we love? the one who looked after us? He is under the haystack, fast asleep.

She almost laughed. "I think you're a man who gathers up power like a child gathers up wildflowers in the woods."   "Responsibility, maybe," he said. "Not necessarily power."   "Harder to gather handfuls of lake water or rain," she said.   "I know," he said. "I don't expect to be able to harvest you.

In the days ahead, the Holy Spirit will use many who come in the imminent harvest, but God also longs to use many believers who are currently in fellowship with his divine purposes and equip them to invade the very heart of industries on earth, displaying the creative power of God.

And to write is to sow and to reap at the same time.

Harvest time is a time of joy.

Harvest is a joyful time of gathering the produce of the land

Autumn brings the falling of leaves and cool days.

Be a partaker, it's the period of the end-time harvest

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

Our lives are made of these moments. Simple words and actions, taken together, weave a single day, and our days become our life. Every gesture is a seed, and the seed determines the harvest.

Dust rises at every step, fine as flour. It is dried river silt, that dust. Add water, and the soil is so fertile that you could plant a pencil and harvest a book.

Add water, and the soil is so fertile that you could plant a pencil and harvest a book.

Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.

Pumpkins were the watermelons of fall.

What a rich wisdom it would be, and how much more bountiful a harvest, to gain pleasure not from achieving personal perfection but from understanding the inevitability of imperfection and pardoning those who also fall short of it.

One day we came home from some errands to find a grocery sack of them hanging on our mailbox. The perpetrator, of course, was nowhere in sight. "Wow," we all said—"what a good idea!" Garrison Keillor says July is the only time of year when country people lock our cars in the church parking lot, so people won't put squash on the front seat. I used to think that was a joke.

The daily work—that goes on, it adds up. It goes into the ground, into crops, into children's bellies and their bright eyes. Good things don't get lost.