Because we invaded their land and cut down their trees and dug up their earth?
As I grow older, and come nearer to death, I look upon it more and more with complacent joy, and out of every longing I hear God say, “O thirsting, hungering one, come to me.” What the other life will bring I know not, only that I shall awake in God’s likeness, and see him as he is. If a child had been born and spent all his life in the Mammoth Cave, how impossible would it be for him to comprehend the upper world! His parents might tell him of its life, and light, and beauty, and its sounds of joy; they might heap the sand into mounds, and try to show him by pointing to stalactites how grass, and flowers, and trees grow out of the ground, till at length, with laborious thinking, the child would fancy he had gained a true idea of the unknown land. And yet, though he longed to behold it, when the day came that he was to go forth, it would be with regret for the familiar crystals, and the rock-hewn rooms, and the quiet that reigned therein. But when he came up, some May morning, with ten thousand birds singing in the trees, and the heavens bright, and blue, and full of sunlight, and the wind blowing softly through the young leaves, all a-glitter with dew, and the landscape stretching away green and beautiful to the horizon, with what rapture would he gaze about him, and see how poor were all the fancyings and the interpretations which were made within the cave, of the things which grew and lived without; and how would he wonder that he could have regretted to leave the silence and the dreary darkness of his old abode! So, when we emerge from this cave of earth into that land where spring growths are, and where is summer, and not that miserable travesty which we call summer here, how shall we wonder that we could have clung so fondly to this dark and barren life!
One of the affecting features in a life of vice is the longing, wistful outlooks given by the wretches who struggle with unbridled passions, towards virtues which are no longer within their reach. Men in the tide of vice are sometimes like the poor creatures swept down the stream of mighty rivers, who see people safe on shore, and trees, and flowers, as they go quickly past; and all things that are desirable gleam upon them for a moment to heighten their trouble, and to aggravate their swift-coming destruction.
I am sure that if you plant the trees back again, it will do nothing but good.
I do some of my best thinking while pulling weeds.
I don’t like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It’s just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul, to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience, for novelty or for nostalgia, but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.
I love decorating my home. I’m a gardener too, so that’s usually something I have to play catch up with.
I loved to get all dusty and ride horses and plant potatoes and cotton.
I plant a lot of trees. I am a great believer in planting things for future generations. I loathe the now culture where you just live for today.
I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.
If a tree dies, plant another in its place.
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.
It is an outrage, that’s all. They’re making a huge, huge mistake. Let’s see Josh replace these people. Let’s see Josh find another Stanley. You think Stanley’s grow on trees? Well, they don’t. There is no Stanley tree. Do you think the world is crawling with Phyllis’? Show me that farm. With Phyllis’s and Kevin’s sprouting up all over the place, ripe for the plucking. Show me that farm.
The Office – Steve Carell
I just don’t understand Christmas, I guess. I like getting presents and sending Christmas cards and decorating trees and all that, but I’m still not happy. I always end up feeling depressed.
Charlie Brown – A Charlie Brown Christmas
We can’t be lost. We followed the king’s instructions to the letter. What did he say? Go to the deepest, darkest part of the forest.
Go past the sinister-looking trees with the scary-looking branches.
And there’s that bush that looks like Shirley Bassey.
Donkey – Shrek 2 Movie
Time cannot be packaged and ribboned and left under trees for christmas morning.Time can’t be given.But it can be shared.
Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, and then names the streets after them.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?