Top 1200 Spring Gardening Quotes & Sayings - Page 3

One man may have some special knowledge at first-hand about the character of a river or a spring, who otherwise knows only what everyone else knows. Yet to give currency to this shred of information, he will undertake to write on the whole science of physics. From this fault many great troubles spring.

Gardening requires lots of water... most of it in the form of perspiration.

We know that gardening is good for you. It is fantastic, all-round exercise.

The worst of gardening is that it's so full of metaphors one hardly knows where to begin.

The trouble with gardening is that is does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession.

Computers, singing, reading, painting and gardening are my hobbies.

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The palm and may make country houses gay, Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day, And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay- Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet, Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit, In every street these tunes our ears do greet- Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Spring, the sweet Spring!

Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.

How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

I am good at only two things, and those are gardening and painting.

Shy gold begins to peep through the sombre green - the wattle's wedding dress - and Spring is near. Then suddenly it seems, one golden morning, the Bush awakes, a living thing. Flowers bloom, birds sing, and all the world puts on its gayest dress to greet the laughing Spring.

Gardening is an art form, but it has lost its sense of history.

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

Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.

Gardening is, apart from having children, the most rewarding thing in life

Here at CBS, spring also means March Madness. I love the name March Madness. I'm glad the PC police haven't made us change March Madness to early spring psychosis.

Gardening is how I relax. It's another form of creating and playing with colors.

I find I am growing fonder of gardening, listening to music and reading.

In addition to all its rich offerings to the body and its five senses, gardening engages the mind.

I adore gardening, and whenever I have time off, that is my passion.

Our children that die young are like those spring bulbs which have their flowers prepared beforehand, and leave nothing to do but to break ground, and blossom, and pass away. Thank God for spring flowers among men, as well as among the grasses of the field.

Gardening...demands a certain attitude. It is necessary to accept the dynamism of vegetation with serenity.

My partner loves gardening and beekeeping and chickens and all that stuff.

All gardening is landscape painting,' said Alexander Pope.

Gardening gloves are for sissies. I always have dirt under my nails.

gardening is something more than a pastime; it is a religion.

When like the patriarchs we learn to dig wells of virtue and spiritual knowledge within ourselves by means of ascetic practice and contemplation, we will find within us Christ the spring of life (cf. Gen. 26:15-18). Wisdom commands us to drink from this spring, saying, 'Drink water from your own pitchers and from the spring of your own wells' (Prov. 5:15). If we do this we shall find that the treasures of wisdom truly are within us.

We come from God. As the tree from the root and the stream from the spring; that's why we should always be in contact with Him, as the trunk from the root. Because the stream dries up when it is separated from the spring and the tree dies when is uprooted.

Spring is the season of gaiety, and winter of terror; in spring the heart of tranquility dances to the melody of the groves, and the eye of benevolence sparkles at the sight of happiness and plenty: in winter, compassion melts at universal calamity, and the tear of softness starts at the wailing of hunger and the cries of the creation in distress

No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff.

My life is gardening, cleaning around the house and power washing.

The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.

Gardening has compensations out of all proportion to its goals. It is creation in the pure sense.

The garden is a metaphor for life, and gardening is a symbol of the spiritual path.

Gardening is ultimately a folly whose goal is to provide delight.

Cooking and gardening involve so many disciplines: math, chemistry, reading, history.

There was only - spring itself, the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere; in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm high wind - rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive ... If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.

Right now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn't very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it's still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.

I don't hold that everybody has to love fashion. Some people like gardening.

I like the physical activity of gardening. It's kind of thrilling. I do a lot of weeding.

Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song. Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with The music of many leaves, Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life.

The destruction of all Shadowhunters' said Scott. 'I rather thought you knew that. It isn't a gardening club.

I tried all my life to be a normal person. Stars are in the sky. I like cooking and gardening.

much of gardening is a struggle against the fecundity of Nature.

Gardening is an active participation in The deepest mysteries of the universe.

Gardening is one of my enduring, favourite, and most rewarding pastimes.

What a man needs in gardening is a cast-iron back, with a hinge in it.

I have an armchair interest in gardening, but I don't like to get my knees dirty. I don't have a garden.

The biggest obstacle to good gardening is the desire to know the answers and not the questions.

I think that gardening is nearer to godliness than theology.

When a poet mentions the spring, we know that the zephyrs are about to whisper, that the groves are to recover their verdure, the linnets to warble forth their notes of love, and the flocks and herds to frisk over vales painted with flowers: yet, who is there so insensible of the beauties of nature, so little delighted with the renovation of the world, as not to feel his heart bound at the mention of the spring?

Gardening is civil and social, but it wants the vigor and freedom of the forest and the outlaw.

Earth is dry to the centre, But spring, a new comer, A spring rich and strange, Shall make the winds blow Round and round, Thro' and thro', Here and there, Till the air And the ground Shall be fill'd with life anew.

People who have not tried, know so much about gardening! - and so little.

The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadows I catch my breath and sing - My heart is fresh and fearless And over-brimmed with spring.

Gardening transcends everything that otherwise divides us.

Gardening and my culinary skills keep me busy.

In days of yore, Opening Day of the baseball season was special, signifying that spring had come at last. Today, however, Opening Day sort of dribbles into existence, and the spiritual start of spring now belongs to the Masters golf tournament, where the azaleas and magnolias and dogwood bloom.

I still love farming and gardening and things like that in the summertime.

I spend as much time as I can in my garden, and if I'm not writing songs or gardening, I'm painting.