Quotes About Greenery

circling the green. She

Water cress. I'd just as soon eat my way across a front lawn.

the glinting verdant foliage and its beautiful hues.

for most people in the [Jewish] Ghetto [of Warsaw] nature lived only in memory -- no parks, birds, or greenery existed in the Ghetto -- and they suffered the loss of nature like a phantom-limb pain, an amputation that scrambled the body's rhythms, starved the senses, and made basic ideas about the world impossible for children to fathom.

Lizards flashed up the pine-trunks like living emerald necklaces.

plantings. These are great for decks or entranceways. Miniatures can grow in pots as small as

green with little golden spots.

Go to forest to meet the wise green friends!

The only acceptable imperialism is the Imperialism of the Forest! Let the whole world are invaded by the tree-soldiers!

Nature looks more beautiful in the rain

I am sure that if you plant the trees back again, it will do nothing but good.

Professor Sprout

Pomona Sprout

you could have rotating trays of microgreens that you snip off with scissors for probably the healthiest salad out there.

There is something soothing about working in the yard. Planting seeds and seeing them poke green out of the dirt. And it gets you out of the house with out going too far.

The triumph of vegetation is total.

Forests are the elixir of life

the gorgeous autumn purple of those distant moors, and the lush greenery of Ryedale with its host of tiny communities. To the east stands the tiny Minster of Thackerston

there is nothing around it save green grass, deciduous

Parsley is gharsley.

The feathery palms that lined the drainage canals, the acacia thorns and sycamores, all glistened with the sheen of new, pale-green leaves, and in Khaemwaset's gardens the vivid clusters of flowers had begun to bloom with an abandon that assaulted the eyes and filled the nostrils with delight.

Fui dar uma olhadela à floresta-rainha, o Mayombe, claro. (...) fui apenas respirar um pouco aqueles ares e rever os desenhos das sombras nas folhagens das árvores descomunais. Só queria apreciar de novo as centenas de tonalidades do verde que transpareciam pelo sol e seus reflexos nos troncos indo do negro ao amarelo. Os antigos cheiros voltavam a brincar com o meu nariz, os cheiros da floresta nunca esquecem.

He roams the mountains for pasture, searching for any green thing.