Quotes About Harvest

Squirrels, otters, hedgehogs, mice, Moles with fur like sable, Gathered in good spirits all, Round the festive table. Sit we down to eat and drink. Friends, before we do, let's think, Fruit of forest, field and banks, To the seasons we give thanks.

What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper Man?

The reaper does not listen to the harvest.

A farmer who neglects to sow ordinary seeds only loses the crop, whereas anyone who forgets to sow seeds of a crop that has already been harvested twelve months before risks disturbing the entire fabric of causality, not to mention acute embarrassment.

LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?

We have a strong agricultural heritage in Kansas.

A lot of crops depend on labor, but they're done by farmers that don't communicate with one another. They're never in the same room together.

Only one or two lemons tumble from the branches each hour, but I've been sitting here so long their falls seem contiguous, close as raindrops.

There is something primal, even sexy about growing asparagus in the garden that is lost to those who are only familiar with the canned variety. During the harvest each spring, it is with joyous anticipation that I visit the garden daily, simply for the satisfaction of finding those tender new shoots reaching up towards the sun.

Molly watched the pale water, changing, always changing, and always the same, and she could feel him near, not touching, not speaking. Thin clouds chased across the face of the swelling moon. Soon it would be full, the harvest moon, the end of Indian summer. The moon was so cleanly outlined, so unambiguous, she thought. A misshapen bowl, like an artifact made by inexpert hands that would improve with practice.

The death of the Curé Ponosse occurred in the vintage month, when his beloved Clochemerle was impregnated with the odour of new wine, in the golden glory of a brilliant, hot September. The old priest died in the apotheosis of a great year, famous for its wine, one of those years whose fragrant soul is destined to be poured, later, from bottles, to rejoice the heart of man, to celebrate earth's abundance, the memories of happy days, and perfect summers.

Il loro amore cresceva col fieno, e il fieno s'alzava, s'alzava, ondoso

And let us not be weary in well doing for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.

Life's a garden — dig it.

Weed it and reap.

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Farming is a profession of hope.

David had asked Saul for split residence between Gibeah and Bethlehem. He would be gone to shear sheep in the summer months, and during lambing, as well as harvest, when all other hands were needed in the fields. Also, many of his older brothers would be conscripted in the military. Michal already dreaded David's absence and he had not even moved in yet.

4The only clean stable is an empty stable, So if you want the work of an ox And enjoy an abundant harvest, You'll have a mess or two to clean up!

17But the wisdom from above is always pure,o filled with peace, considerate and teachable.p It is filled with loveq and never displays prejudice or hypocrisyr in any form 18and it always bears the beautiful harvest of righteousness! Good seeds of wisdom's fruit will be planted with peaceful acts by those who cherish making peace.

Their lives are no longer tied to the cycles of the seasons and the harvest, no longer do they need the Yule Lord to chase away the winter darkness and usher in the light of spring. Man has only himself to fear now . . . he has become his own worst devil.

Ohne Gott und Sonnen schein Holen Wir Die Ernte ein Without God and without sun We will get the harvest done I

The trees which are pruned, watered and nurtured by caring hands bear the greatest fruits; it is the same with people.

never yet have they driven off my cattle, or my horses, nor ever in Phthia, where the rich earth breeds warriors have they destroyed my harvest