#gardening

Someone's sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago. ↗

— Les Brown

#ago #because #long #long time #planted

If we had paid no more attention to our plants than we have to our children, we would now be living in a jungle of weed. ↗

— Luther Burbank

#attention #children #had #jungle #living

A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit. ↗

— D. Elton Trueblood

#discovering #full #human #human life #knows

Doesn't matter what you do, or how you do it, your neighbors are gonna talk about you ANYWAY. ↗

— Felder Rushing

#gardening #gossip #gossip

Many gardeners will agree that hand-weeding is not the terrible drudgery that it is often made out to be. Some people find in it a kind of soothing monotony. It leaves their minds free to develop the plot for their next novel or to perfect the brilliant repartee with which they should have encountered a relative's latest example of unreasonableness. ↗

— Christopher Lloyd

#gardening #inspiration #inspirational

Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers. ↗

— May Sarton

#birth #comes #darkness #ever #faithful

Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path. ↗

— Jean Anouilh

#down #garden #life #like #little

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece ↗

— Claude Monet

#france #gardening #art

In fact, the only things in the flat Crowley devoted any personal attention to were the houseplants. They were huge, and green, and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves. This was because, once a week, Crowley went around the flat with a green plastic plant mister spraying the leaves, and talking to the plants.... Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did. What he did was put the fear of God into them. More precisely, the fear of Crowley. In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt, or browning, or just didn't look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the plants. "Say goodbye to your friend," he'd say to them. "He just couldn't cut it..." Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat. The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#houseplants #humor #beauty

Garden as though you will live forever. ↗

— William Kent

#forever #garden #live #though #will