Quotes About Gardening

twould appear that if Fred Lemish spent half as much time writing as he did hoping Dinky Adams would say "I love you," he'd have a ten-foot shelf. And if Dinky Adams spent half as much time legitimately planting and fertilizing as he did scattering his seeds to the winds, he'd be New York's leading gardener. Though, of course, as we shall continue to see, he already is.

Hemp and marijuana should be regulated like onions. No difference. If you can grow onion in your backyard, you can grow hemp or weed in your backyard. If you can grow onions in your farm, your family farm, you can grow help or marijuana in your family farm.

Around and around the house the leaves fall thick—but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow. Let the gardener sweep and sweep the turf as he will, and press the leaves into full barrows, and wheel them off, still they lie ankle-deep.

He stepped aside to the ledge where the vine leaves yet lay strewn about, collected two or three, and stood wiping his hands upon them, with his back to the light.

Hoeing in the garden on a bright, soft May day, when you are not obligated to, is nearly equal to the delight of going trouting.

To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds, and watch the renewal of life—this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.

Plenty of ladybirds, plenty of hops.

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. What he does is to subject them to treatment which ensures their having the finest colour and the sweetest scent.

The gardener who loves roses is slave to a thousand thorns.

I move easily between the four seasons — dance-painting my planting songs. dance-painting my gardening songs. dance-painting my harvesting songs. dance-painting my quiet winter listening songs.

Creating your own urban farm is as simple as planting your flowerbeds with edibles.

When I pass a flowering zucchini plant in a garden, my heart skips a beat.

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.

With organic approaches, women - who have been gardeners for millennia and mothers forever - can rise because of their intimate knowledge of nature.

The gardener had a dread of small women; he'd always imagined them to have an anger disproportionate to their size.

There's no palette as rich as a garden. And the intensity of it - I make this statement all the time: You can't plan nature; you court her.

As I grew steadily more comfortable in the kitchen, I found that, much like gardening, most cooking manages to be agreeably absorbing without being too demanding intellectually. It leaves plenty of mental space for daydreaming and reflection.

No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden

But though an old man, I am but a young gardener.

There's something about beautiful moments in sports that alters our experience of time. And I'd say the same thing about poetry and gardening. Gardening slows me down. I want to stop and observe everything.

No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden.

Two or more year ago she was out workin' in her rose garden one mornin' - did you know, boy, she's got over sixty different kinds out there? - and she said to me, said, 'Mr. Blakeslee, I wouldn't even mind dyin' if'n I could be buried in a bed of roses.

Food Tastes Better When It's Got Some Dirt in It

Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.