Quotes About Gardening

When you have done everything else, perfecting a conventual herb-garden is a fine and satisfying thing to do. He could not conceive of coming to this stasis having done nothing else whatever.

I am very busy picking up stems and stamens as the hollyhocks leave their clothes around.

I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it to the bee.

My grandmother Mamie] used to say, 'Marion, if you don't feel right, if you don't feel good, just go outside. Take care of your flower bed and forget about everything else. If it's wintertime, go dig yourself a path in the snow whether you need it or not. You don't have to think too much to plant anything or scoop snow, and your mind can go back and figure out what's wrong.' I still take her advice to this day. (From Marion "Strong Medicine" Gould)

We had arrived at the liquor store by then, and I was gesturing wildly at the shelves around us. "This is horticulture! In all of these bottles!

The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions. —L. H. BAILEY, Manual of Gardening, 1910

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.

Gene de ufak tefek üstünlüklerim vard?r... Ço?u kad?nlardan daha fazla kitap okurum... Birçok güzel ?iiri ezbere bilirim... Çiçek yeti?tirmesini bilirim... ?yi giyinirim... Bir de sizi severim, evet beyefendi, siz belki de inanmazs?n?z, ama çok severim sizi.

If you have a life which is adrenaline-charged all week long because you're a powerful CEO, or you have responsibilities and you're committed to the people you look after, it's very difficult on weekends to sit around the garden. So you probably look for something which gives you the same sort of adrenaline buzz.

We know that gardening is good for you. It is fantastic, all-round exercise. That is easy to see and evaluate. It inculcates high levels of well-being. That is undeniable and needs little measurement.

I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.

I'm usually pretty good in the garden.

I don't mind bees and think we are all the better for having them around. I like the taste of honey.

When I am with my mum, I am happiest and healthiest. She always taught me how to eat healthily. She always cooked from the garden, and it was always organic.

And even though I left, I'm not out there recklessly going after Strigoi. I'm an old man living with the woman he loves and tending his garden. There's a difference—don't forget that.

On average, native plants support thirteen times more caterpillar species than non-native plants.

When our gifts are remembered and lived, we discard the idea that happiness requires an ideal life in which we are comparatively the best. Many beautiful and enjoyable things are messy and far from ideal. Some of the greatest cooks have the messiest of kitchens, and beautiful gardens are the result of sweat and dirt. As we move closer to our essence, we better understand that we can have a wonderful life in the absence of perfection.

As a gardener, I wonder if flowers really can't speak or just exercise unfailing good judgment in the matter.

As a gardener, I'm among those who believe that much of the evidence of God's existence has been planted.

In every gardener there is a child who believes in The Seed Fairy.

The Creator had made the world and then left humankind to make of it what they would, a heaven or the Pit of Doom by their choosing. The Creator had made many worlds, watched each flower or die, and gone on to make endless worlds beyond. A gardener did not weep for each blossom that fell.

To potter with green, growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation

Do you know, Caroline," Pa stopped singing to say, "I've been thinking what fun the rabbits will have, eating that garden we planted." "Don't, Charles," Ma said. "Never mind, Caroline!" Pa told her. "We'll make a better garden. Anyway, we're taking more out of Indian Territory than we took in." "I don't know what," Ma said, and Pa answered, "Why, there's the mule!

She could grow them anywhere, at any time, and they seemed to live longer for her. She grew them with rough, almost slap-dash love, but her hands possessed such an understanding of their needs they seemed to turn to her like another sun. She could snatch a dry root from field or hedgerow, dab it into the garden, give it a shake and almost immediately it flowered. One felt she could grow roses from a stick or chair-leg, so remarkable was this gift. Our