Quotes About Harvest

Trees bend down with plum and pear, Rosy apples scent the air, Nuts are ripening everywhere.

October is a mighty month...

My favorite color is October.

My favorite season is pumpkin spice.

He that plants thorns shall not gather roses.

Winter's modest, muted sermon is— be patient and have faith. Springtime speaks lively green and spirited— love and grow and rejoice! Summer sings its blue-sky, simple lesson— life is good, let's play! Autumn's thankful, orange-red voice says— harvest, reflect, prepare.

Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.

Fair orchard trees wave their fruit-laden arms, And nature smiles in her Autumnal charms.

Of autumn months September is the prime, Now day and night are equal in each clime, The twelfth of this Sol rises in the Line, And doth in poising Libra this month shine...

Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid-September...

Soft-eyed September...

September... dearest month of all to pensive minds!

Kauffman Luxury Vintage vodka. Distilled fourteen times and filtered twice, once through birch coal, once through quartz sand, it was produced from the wheat of a single year's harvest, making it one of the only vodkas released with a specific vintage, like wine or champagne.

All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is exquisite. We feel what the Japanese call "aware"--an almost untranslatable word meaning something like "beauty tinged with sadness.

Whatever kind of seed is sown in a field, prepared in due season, a plant of that same kind, marked with the peculiar qualities of the seed, springs up in it.

Espero la cosecha de mi sueño sirva como inspiracion a todos!" he enthused via Twitter. "I hope the harvest of my dream serves as inspiration to all!

Tomato peelin' start late this year. Meanwhiles we got to eat.

No one should take comfort in sin. The church is impure; we cannot always distinguish between the wheat and tares in this age. But a day is coming when that distinction will be made. The harvest will come. The wheat will be gathered into God's barn, and the tares will be burned. As a result, we should examine ourselves as to whether we are true children of God or not. And we should be careful to "confirm [our] calling and election," as Peter indicates (2 Pet. 1:10).

Gardening is not outcome-oriented. A successful harvest is not the end of a gardener's existence, but only a phase of it. As any gardener knows, the vitality of a garden does not end with a harvest. It simply takes another form. Gardens do not die in the winter but quietly prepare for another season.

Birds coming home to roost.

Thanksgiving turkey in the world.

through woodlots and agricultural fields.

How can people trust the harvest, unless they see it sown?

Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain