See: Abbadie, Arnauld d', 1815-1894? Paramount Pictures - Filmography. Join IMDb Pro for more details! Thanks to Google Books, I've been able to spend many delightful hours harvesting excerpts from long- forgotten old books, back when gardening and farming were a part of daily life for many people, much more than they are now to us city folk. The amazing wisdom and language from centuries past makes my soul bloom into smiles, so I hope you too enjoy these quotes ranging from the time- honored to the freshly new. And special thanks to Michael P. Garofalo of gardendigest. Fred Dale(Thanks, Anne) Gardening requires lots of water — most of it in the form of perspiration. But a kind word every now and then is really quite enough. Too much attention, like too much feeding, and weeding and hoeing, inhibits and embarrasses them. You can dig for him there. The main business is sex and death.
My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful. Urban It is good to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought. There's nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace. I think the true gardener is the reverent servant of Nature, not her truculent, wife- beating master. I think the true gardener, the older he grows, should more and more develop a humble, grateful and uncertain spirit. Nobody talks much about the muscular limbs, dark, swollen buds, strip- tease trees and unholy beauty that have made us all slaves of the Goddess Flora. Earle, Pot- Pourri from a Surrey Garden, 1. Thanks, Jessica) No two gardens are the same. No two days are the same in one garden. We call them precious minerals, but they are all forms of the soil. But that part of this mineral that is on top, like it is the skin of the earth, that is the most precious of the commons. The Movie, 2. The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land. How I love the mixture of the beautiful and the squalid in gardening. It makes it so lifelike. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard. Does a good morning need anything else? Frankfort Moore, A Garden of Peace Last night, there came a frost, which has done great damage to my garden.. It is sad that Nature will play such tricks on us poor mortals, inviting us with sunny smiles to confide in her, and then, when we are entirely within her power, striking us to the heart. Garofalo Many things grow in the garden that were never sown there. Mud- pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure. Fondness for the ground comes back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business, eaten dirt, and sown wild- oats.. To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds and watch their renewal of life,—this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.. Let us celebrate the soil. Most men toil that they may own a piece of it; they measure their success in life by their ability to buy it.. Broad acres are a patent of nobility; and no man but feels more of a man in the world if he have a bit of ground that he can call his own. However small it is on the surface, it is four thousand miles deep; and that is a very handsome property. The word has been in use since at least the 1. Tucker, in Protean Shape: A Study in Eighteenth- Century Vocabulary and Usage, writes . To the flowers I whisper the secrets I keep and the hopes I breathe. I know they are there to eavesdrop for the angels. Bates, A Love of Flowers My garden is my favorite teacher. The year's before us; The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the world.. It is a pleasure to eat of the fruit of one's toil, if it be nothing more than a head of lettuce or an ear of corn. One cultivates a lawn even with great satisfaction; for there is nothing more beautiful than grass and turf in our latitude.. To dig in the mellow soil.. One gets strength out of the ground.. There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds; and it also, when it is stirred up, goes into the man who stirs it. The hot sun on his back as he bends to shovel and hoe, or contemplatively rakes the warm and fragrant loam, is better than much medicine. You have got to love your garden whether you like it or not. Yeatman, Garden Rubbish, 1. In my garden I spend my days; in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and my books. With the flower I am in the present; with the book I am in the past. Like his plants and trees, I grew up as a part of his garden. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant. Shift your thinking and you'd be surprised at the places your food can be grown! Window sill, fire escape and rooftop gardens have the same potential to provide impressive harvests as backyard gardens, greenhouses and community spaces. Discovering the Place Where Your Garden Lives, 2. They are solvable mysteries. So many colors below. And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, Plants give us oxygen for the lungs and for the soul. To write as one should of a garden one must not write outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden. And I find sufficient purpose for my day. If they get what they need, they thrive — that's what I know. During the harvest each spring, it is with joyous anticipation that I visit the garden daily, simply for the satisfaction of finding those tender new shoots reaching up towards the sun. You can spray them with acid, beat them with sticks and burn them; they love it. Perelman, Acres and Pains, 1. Work, through the summer golden, Now there is nothing pleasanter than spading when the ground is soft and damp. You turn a spade full and then carefully knock all the lumps to pieces and you go on for hours without thinking about anything. They're just not ready. How can I live my life stepping on this stuff and not wonder at it? Science says that an acre of soil produces one horsepower every day. But you could pour gasoline all over the ground forever and never see it sprout maple trees. I think it is a flower garden; she thinks it is a meadow lacking grass, and tries to correct the error. It takes a while to grasp that a garden isn't a testing ground for character and to stop asking, what did I do wrong? Perelman The kiss of the sun for pardon, Whiting Why do farmers farm, given their economic adversities on top of the many frustrations and difficulties normal to farming? And always the answer is: . They must do it for love. They love to watch and nurture the growth of plants. They love to live in the presence of animals. They love to work outdoors. They love the weather, maybe even when it is making them miserable. They love to live where they work and to work where they live. If the scale of their farming is small enough, they like to work in the company of their children and with the help of their children. They love the measure of independence that farm life can still provide. Then I'll only be two bags short. Man loved the flowers and invented vases. Man loved the birds and invented cages.) The moment that a child can walk,
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