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Last updated on April 20, 2025.
Yesterday I staked off the ground on the hill for an orchard. I want to get 1000 apple trees agrowing.
But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.
Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder. — © Edwin Morgan
Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.
Cuz this is what happens when bad meets evil We hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people
Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?
I grew up barefoot, dirty, climbing trees. It made me appreciate things more.
Silence is golden for me. I live in the country and hear only my pets, birds, crickets, and the wind in the trees.
In the very first debate I was asked am I a moderate or a progressive and I said I'm a progressive who likes to get things done. Cherry picking a quote here or there doesn't change my record of having fought for racial justice, having fought for kids rights, having fought the kind of inequities that fueled my interest in service in the first place going back to my days in the Children's Defense Fund.
The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.
O to be self-balanced for contingencies, to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.
All action is prayer. All trees are desire-fulfilli ng. All water is the Ganga. All land is Varanasi. Love everything.
Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall make them flame; silent and whist The drooping cherry orchards of October Like mournful pennons hang their shriveling leaves Russet and orange: all things now decay; Long since ye garnered in your autumn sheaves, And sad the robins pipe at set of day.
I knew, as every peasant does, that land can never be truly owned. We are the keepers of the soil, the curators of trees. — © Lisa St. Aubin de Terán
I knew, as every peasant does, that land can never be truly owned. We are the keepers of the soil, the curators of trees.
The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.
I'm an adrenaline junkie. I love climbing crazy trees or cliffs, which doesn't make my mom very happy.
I know that I was hiking at a very young age because I remember being convinced that it was the trees that were talking.
The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.
It's not palm trees and neon signs in Florida; it's strip malls, highways, hot sun beating down on you.
I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
The quiet was so deep that their feet seemed to thump along while all the trees leaned over them and listened.
Stars and blossoming fruit-trees: utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.
Whenever learners or those beyond learning awaken the mind, for the first time they plant one buddha-nature. Working with the four elements and five clusters, if they practice sincerely they attain enlightenment. Working with plants, trees, fences and walls, if they practice sincerely they will attain enlightenment. This is because the four elements and five clusters and plants, trees, fences and walls are fellow students; because they are of the same essence, because they are the same mind and the same life, because they are the same body and the same mechanism.
I believe that music should be grown on trees, to be plucked like a fruit without the extravagance of harvest.
On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong! And the Monkeys all say Boo! Theres a Nang Nong Ning Where the trees go Ping! And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo On the Nong Ning Nang All the Mice go Clang! And you just cant catch em when they do! So its Ning Nang Nong! Cows go Bong! Nong Nang Ning! Trees go Ping! Nong Ning Nang! The mice go Clang! What a noisy place to belong,Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!
Of the infinite variety of fruits which spring from the bosom of the earth, the trees of the wood are the greatest in dignity.
Abundance is mine. I cannot be deprived of my supply. The trees do not lack for leaves, nor do the flowers fail to bloom.
My grandfather gave me my first guitar, an old acoustic with palm trees and dancing girls painted on it
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
Venice Beach is incredibly quiet at night: no streetlights, no traffic, hummingbirds in the garden, palm trees everywhere.
I was always in hospital as a kid: I had a tumour on my knee, lots of broken bones. I loved climbing trees.
If human beings could be propagated by cutting, like apple trees, aristocracy would be biologically sound.
To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks.
The trees which are pruned, watered and nurtured by caring hands bear the greatest fruits; it is the same with people.
I don't know, maybe I made it up. Anyway, it's an arbo-tree-ist, somebody who knows about trees.
I was amazed at the house that I grew up in; it looks practically identical to the way it was, but I couldn't recognize it because of the size of the trees.
I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.
Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take. — © Sir John Davies
Hence it is that old men do plant young trees, the fruit whereof another age shall take.
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.
I sincerely believe that there's room for cutting down trees for forestry and grazing, so as we all get to eat. Everyone has to compromise.
I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.
Yesterday I staked off the ground on the hill for an orchard. I want to get 1,000 apple trees agrowing.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
You learned in school that you have pencils and paper only because the trees gave themselves in unconditional sacrifice.
May the trees continue to thrive and flourish on this earth, filling our hearts with joy and inspiration.
The Japanese put houses in among the trees and allowed nature to gain the ascendancy in any composition.
and the sad notes floated out to the patio and hung in the trees like birds too tired to fly
I don't believe in carbon offsetting. Planting 60 trees so you don't have to say your Hail Marys that night? It's a crock. — © Trudie Styler
I don't believe in carbon offsetting. Planting 60 trees so you don't have to say your Hail Marys that night? It's a crock.
Under trees, the urban dweller might restore his troubled soul and find the blessing of a creative pause.
i was momentarily sidetracked by the vision of Eric herding a cow into a trailer and driving it to the shoulder of the the interstate and shooing it into the trees.
My grandfather gave me my first guitar, an old acoustic with palm trees and dancing girls painted on it.
The first rule of hurricane coverage is that every broadcast must begin with palm trees bending in the wind.
Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.
I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.
But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.
Virtuous persons and fruit-laden trees bow, but fools and dry sticks break because they do not bend.
There's a general culture in this country to cut all the trees. It makes me so angry because everyone is cutting and no one is planting.
But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees
Plant trees. They give us two of the most crucial elements for our survival: oxygen and books.
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