Quotes About Nature

But gardening is none of that, really. Strip away the gadgets and the techniques, the books and the magazines and the soil test kits, and what you're left with, at the end of the day, is this: a stretch of freshly turned dirt, a handful of seeds scratched into the surface, and a marker to remember where they went. It is at the same time an incredibly brave and an incredibly simple thing to do, entrusting your seeds to the earth and waiting for them to rise up out of the ground to meet you.

People here had redwood trees in their backyards. You were never far from the infinite.

The male doesn't eat - it doesn't even have a mouth or an anus - so it does nothing but mate until death.

Gardeners are the ultimate mixologists.

But a male tree produces only small, well-behaved flowers—that is, if your definition of well behaved includes spewing plant sperm into the air for weeks on end.

Any environment, any single life is in a continuous state of change. This is just more obvious when you pay attention to earthworms. Their work may seem unspectacular at first. They don't chirp or sing, they don't gallop or soar, they don't hunt or make tools or write books. But they do something just as powerful: they consume, they transform, they change the earth.

I have come to understand, like Darwin had, that earthworms are not destroyers, but redeemers. They move through waste and decay in their contemplative way, sifting, turning it into something else, something that is better.

Some growers believe that a particular type of music makes the plants grow faster, but most agree that the best strategy for the plants is to play whatever music the workers like best.

Drunken botanists? Given the role they play in creating the world's great drinks, it's a wonder there are any sober botanists at all.

can take over a week for a Venus flytrap to devour its prey, and it may only eat a few bugs in its life. Although people can force a trap to close by running a finger along it, carnivorous plant enthusiasts consider this rude.

I say let all the earth be alive and overwhelmingly so. Let the sky be pressed to bursting with wings, beaks, pumping hearts, and driving muscles. Let it be noisy. Let it make a mess. Then let me find my allotted space. Let me feel how I bump up against every other living thing on this earth. Let me learn to spin.

Mountain lion!

Purple and orange weren't two colors Ruby would ever put together and she couldn't for the life f her understand how this Lord God of theirs could have come up with the combination, but He had, and there they were in the sky outside the Winnebago's windshield.

If women didn't throw themselves at men's heads, the human race would not proceed.

we should be able to look at nature as part of God's creation, as given to us in trust, as testifying to the divine while it is not itself divine. We get all this and more when we look at the nature miracles the Gospels record. Each one tells us something about Christ, but each one also tells us something about understanding the Scriptures of Israel, and each one also tells us something about ourselves.

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The pears are pale with faint brown spotting. I reach out and press. The point at which ripeness crosses over into decay is unperceivable. Only the fact remains. The slightly overly sweet, acrid stench. The soft yielding flesh. The discoloration.

Women Are Not Roses Women have no beginning only continual flows. Though rivers flow women are not rivers. Women are not roses they are not oceans or stars. i would like to tell her this but i think she already knows.

De tan levísimo el oleaje, el mar parecía una laguna. Me quité los zapatos para probar la temperatura del agua, que refulgía blanca bajo el fogaje del sol.

Y así, ninguna de ellas, como dije, se casó. Lo que no impedía que vivieran muy tranquilas y felices, en la gran casa, con su prado, su chopera, su huerta, sus viñas y todas sus grandes y hermosas tierras. Un bello río circundaba la finca, profundo y verde, bordeado de chopos ancianos, álamos y robles. Y más allá, en la ladera de las montañas, se alzaba el misterioso bosque.

Contraviniendo consejos abrí el balcón de la sala, solo para oler la cercanía del bosque. Para mi nunca seria peligroso. Pese a las advertencias recibidas, el bosque seguia siendo en mi imaginación y en mis sentimientos el único mundo habitable.

Enfrente, a su espalda, a sus costados, estaban las otras cumbres: Oz, Cuatro Cruces, los agudos colmillos de Sagrado, Vientoduro. Más allá, la lejanía del Negromonte. Casí transparente, más allá de los pinares y las hayas, se adivinaba la ingrata zona de las Artámilas, con su hambre y su miseria.

Cada naranja es una taza de sangre

Qué es el corazón que, a veces, tanto duele? - El corazón es eso que tenemos dentro y que la emprende a patadas, o simula paz, o llena de frío o calor nuestra naturaleza. El corazón, Aranmanoth, es el gran depredador.