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Red Delicious apples, whose misleading name is a travesty.
What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.
This oak tree and me, we're made of the same stuff.
A great acacia, with its slender trunk
And overpoise of multitudinous leaves.
(In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
Stood reconciling all the place with green.
I think character never changes; the Acorn becomes an Oak, which is very little like an Acorn to be sure, but it never becomes an Ash ...
A flower that will always grow toward the sun." "And what does that make me?" she asked sourly. "Heart of oak, my girl," he said, redeeming himself entirely. "Heart of oak.
At the most difficult moments of my life, when it seemed that every door was closed to me, the taste of those apricots comes back to comfort me with the notion that abundance is always within reach, if only one knows how to find it.
In June the bush we call
alder was heavy, listless,
its leaves studded with galls,
growing wherever we didn't
want it.
Big streams from little fountains flow. Great oaks from little acorns grow;
Not every oak has to be gnarled.
The talking oak To the ancient spoke. But any tree Will talk to me.
Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee!
Our ordinary mind always tries to persuade us that we are nothing but acorns and that our greatest happiness will be to become bigger, fatter, shinier acorns; but that is of interest only to pigs. Our faith gives us knowledge of something better: that we can become oak trees.
There are useful herbs growing near the oak tree by the stream," Flamepaw pointed out "Littlecloud would come for these" his tail curled up in amusement "Then we could pelt Blackfoot with acorns and he'd think they came from StarClan
looked like a toothless walnut.
I shall weave a suit of leaves. At once. With acorns for buttons.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
Why didn't you tell us you were the Alexander Black who can stand atop a cantering horse and shoot a hole through a plum at a hundred paces?"
With a snort, Alec jerked his gaze away. "More like a cantaloupe. The thing shrinks with every retelling. Soon they'll have me shooting at a mustard seed.
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
The tree does not end at it's skin but exists also in the rain that falls downwind, many miles from the forest. In the seed exists the acorn, the oak, and the shade.
Aint nuttin' but a peanut.
The oak has long been an enduring and mighty tree. It is truly a part of our national heritage and it merits the formal distinction of America's National Tree.
I am a grateful ... grapefruit.
Have no fear," the voice told her, "for in thee lies the hope of all. Only thou can deliver the land from darkness."
"How can I?" she asked. "I am just one against so many."
The eyes gleamed behind the dappling leaves. "Yet the smallest acorn may become the tallest oak," came the answer.
A fusty nut with no kernel.
There's nothing like a nice piece of hickory,
Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun
Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.
Get you gone, you dwarf,
You minimus of hindering knotgrass made,
You bead, you acorn!
The first pale blossom of the unripened year.
If you're an oak
you don't pretend
you are a flower
There were pecans, there were cashews and then there was just plain nuts.
A squirrel, Ratatosk, lives in the branches of the world-tree. It takes gossip and messages from Nidhogg, the dread corpse-eater, to the eagle and back again. The squirrel tells lies to both of them, and takes joy in provoking anger.
Big oaks grow from small acorns, and activity is a precursor to accomplishment. You don't think yourself into success.
What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
The tallest oak in the forest is the tallest not just because it grew from the hardiest acorn; it is the tallest also because no other trees blocked its sunlight, the soil around it was deep and rich, no rabbit chewed through its bark as a sapling, and no lumberjack cut it down before it matured. We
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand <>ong>onong> your cheek ...
Winter reveals the massive, complex, muscular organization of the ancient oak. Like an old man stripped of his Savile Row, tailored suit - no less impressive in his mature nakedness.
I'm a Canada walnut ... WHAT?!
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
Soul of fibre and heart of oak.
Even fools say something worthwhile now and again. Even a blind pig finds an acorn sometimes.
We do not make beams from the hollow, decaying trunk of the fallen oak. We use the upsoaring tree in the full vigor of its sap.
The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
The strongest oak of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.
Five tender apricots in a blue bowl, a brief and exact promise of things to come.
What's your avocado?
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
To this day, I hate walnuts and I hate onions because on weekends when the walnuts and onions were in season, we were out there first thing in the morning and out there until the sun went down topping onions or picking walnuts.
A large, branching, aged oak is perhaps the most venerable of all inanimate objects.
Marya watched from the upper floor as once again the birds gathered in the great oak tree, sniping and snapping for the last autumn nuts, stolen from squirrels and hidden in bark-cracks, which every winged creature knows are the most bitter of all nuts, like old sorrows sitting heavy on the tongue.
I like cashew nuts.
Atticus "three kinds of cat shit, Oberon."
Oberon "and an arrogant family of squirrels.
It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
You should go to a pear tree for pears, not to an elm.
I'm a sunflower with a cracked petal.
Apple trees bear apples, wheat stalks produce wheat, and forgiven people forgive people.
Quercus: oak tree. The oak takes an extraordinarily long time to produce seeds. While some plants and trees do so within days or weeks, the oak can take up to fifty years to mature enough before it's ready for offspring. The same can be said for certain people who shall remain nameless.
what ho, apothecary!
You stand beneath the arthritic boughs of any English oak, and you survey a thousand tales.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine.
People eat nuts squirrels are nuts
Bergulme. Elsbeere. Hagebuche. Efeu. Scots elm. Service tree. Hornbeam.
Now I am an axolotl.
Oleanders have attractive flowers, they decorate nature beautifully, but they are poisonous; and a woman is an oleander; it's all right to watch her once in a while, but then you must walk away without touching her; if you ever try to taste her even once, you'll head for hell!
For, as when the red-cheeked, dancing girls, April and May, trip home to the wintry, misanthropic woods; even the barest, ruggedest, most thunder-cloven old oak will at least send forth some few green sprouts to welcome such glad-hearted visitants.
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand on your cheek ...
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods.
Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
The winter's frost must rend the burr of the nut before the fruit is seen. So adversity tempers the human heart, to discover its real worth.
Built like an oak tree, against which I could pitch my pillow and read; mornings, I could curl into the crook of your branches.
Avocados are my favourite fruit.
A springlike autumn's balmy breeze reaches afar. The sun shines on the house of a recluse South of the river; They encourage the December apricots To burst into bloom: A simplehearted person Faces the simplehearted flowers.
Elsa's joke Where do baby apes sleep? In apricots!
Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.
Never lose sight of an antelope for a dashing squirrel.
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - More had not Alcinous!
Some family trees bear an enormous crop of nuts.
Apple"
Sometimes when eating an apple
I bite too far
and open the little room
the lovers have prepared,
and the seeds fall out
onto the kitchen floor
and I see
that they are tear-shaped.
Afrikander cattle.
I invented the pelican, but probably not the acorn or unicorn.
The tree is stripped,
All color, fragrance gone,
Yet already on the bough,
Uncaring spring!
Must is a hard nut to crack, but it has a sweet kernel.
For my sustenance at night,
the whole that my hands can glean
from the gloom of the oak-gloomed oaks
the herbs and the plenteous fruits ...
Then here 's to the oak, the brave old oak, Who stands in his pride alone! And still flourish he a hale green tree When a hundred years are gone!
Red squirrels ... you don't see many of them since they became extinct.
The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows ...
Birch trees
Teach me that I am nothing
And that I am deserving of life
Oaks live for six hundred years. Two hundred to grow, two hundred to live, two hundred to die.
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
The oak ... has not the efficacy of the fir , nor the cypress that of the elm .
I don't know, maybe I made it up. Anyway, it's an arbo-tree-ist, somebody who knows about trees.
Bough of a tree to the rain ... he turns the phrase over in his mouth as if it were fine wine, trying to guess its vintage, realizing somewhat indifferently that it is beyond him.
Late season fruits.
The blood orange has its admirer, who suck it smugly. Cooks stalk it; they'd like to put it in some tartare sauce. However, some, like me, turn their noses up. In silence they mould bits of bread into balls, delighting in their work, then chuck them in God's face.
The oak tree is firm and elegant and upright. The weeping willow has allowed the burdens of life to bend it.
It was ideal apple-eating weather; the whitest sunlight descended from the purest sky, and an easterly wind rustled, without ripping loose, the last of the leaves on the Chinese elms.
Don't be a leaf ... Be a tree!
Time to wake up." Rick muted the TV when a commercial came on. He slipped on his reading glasses and asked, "What is the groundnut better known as?" Lydia carefully rolled onto her back so the cat wouldn't be disturbed. "The peanut.
How true it is that our destinies are decided by nothings and that a small imprudence helped by some insignificant accident, as an acorn is fertilized by a drop of rain, may raise the trees on which perhaps we and others shall be crucified.
The brussels sprout. This is also the worst vegetable of next year.