Sunday, June 27, 2010

Oh velvet bee, you're a dusty fellow;
You've powdered your legs with gold!
O brave marshmary buds, rich and yellow;
Give me your money to hold!
- Jean Ingelow

"What sort of insects do you rejoice in, where you come from?" the Gnat inquired.
"I don't rejoice in insects at all," Alice explained..."
- Lewis Carroll, from Through the Looking Glass

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

"We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethern, they are not other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth."
- Henry Beston, from The Outhermost House

Monday, June 21, 2010

"... a place as favorable to plant and animal life as it is pleasing to the human eye ... and nose, for the myriad of sweet scents; and ear, for the chatter of bird; and mouth, for the harvest-fresh flavors of berries and vegetables; and hands, for the velvety feel of the petals of pansy or wild poppy."

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

"The columbines, stone blue, or deep night brown,
Their honeycomb like blossoms hanging down;
Each cottage garden's fond adopted child,
Though heaths still claim them,
where they grow yet wild."
- John Clare

Monday, June 14, 2010

And I serve the fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see.
- Wiliam Shakespeare, from Fairy Song

Saturday, June 12, 2010

"Lovliest of lovely things are they,
On earth that soonest pass away,
The rose that lives its little hour
Is prized beyond the sculptured flower."
- William Cullen Bryant

Friday, June 11, 2010

"All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;
The grass is bright with raindrops; on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth"
- William Wordsworth

Thursday, June 10, 2010

quote grass

"My earliest love of flowers, how good
To lay my sunburnt face,
In grass so lush,
It shames the name of green..."
- Alfred Hayes

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

"All day I hoe weeds
All night I sleep
All night I hoe again
In dreams the weeds of the day."
Anon, translated from Japanese by Kenneth Rexroth

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

"If you tickle the earth with a hoe, she laughs with a harvest."
- Douglas Jerrold

Monday, June 07, 2010

"When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still, the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy that fills me with infinite content; each each gives me its color, its grace, its perfume, and enriches me with the consummation of its beauty."
- Celia Thaxter

Sunday, June 06, 2010


"What continues to astonish me about a garden is that you can walk past it in a hurry, see something wrong, stop to set it right, and emerge and hour or two later breathless, contented, and wondering what on earth happened."
- Dorothy Gilman

Saturday, June 05, 2010

quote time

"To everything there is a season..."
- Ecclesiastes 3:1

Thursday, June 03, 2010

quote inspiration

"You have your brush, you have your colors, you paint paradise, then in you go."
- Nikos Kazantakis

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

quote roses

"If you want to grow beautiful roses, you must have beautiful roses in your heart."
Rev. Dean Hole

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

quote Roses

"The rose laughs at my long-looking, my constantly wondering what a rose means, and who owns the rose, whatever it means."
- Rumi