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The budding rose above the rose full blown.
The processes of growth are gradual, bearing fruit in a decade, not a day.
To grow is not to timidly sit on some safe shore at water's edge and clumsily grab whatever happens to float by me. Rather, it is to deliberately step into waters both calm and turbulent in order to wrestle great things to shore.
Look to the lilies how they grow!
Whatever one cultivates, is what one becomes.Cultivates-- Laozi
Once we become interested in the progress of the plants in our care, their development becomes a part of the rhythm of our own lives and we are refreshed by it.
When one has taken root, one puts out branches.
It has flowered; flowered from vanity, ambition, idealism, passion, loneliness, courage, laziness, the usual seeds
The bud disappears in the bursting-forth of the blossom, and one might say that the former is refuted by the latter; similarly, when the fruit appears, the blossom is shown up in its turn as a false manifestation of the plant, and the fruit now emerges as the truth of it instead.
An un-blossomed rose, in the garden we want to grow.
A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.
Abilities wither under faultfinding, blossom with encouragement.
Emerge; don't cower.
Endure; don't run.
Nurture; don't abandon
Ingratitude's a weed of every clime, It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.
How many men are like trees, already strong and full grown, which are transplanted into some gardens, to the astonishment of those people who behold them in these fine spots, where they never saw them grow, and who neither know their beginning nor their progress!
The journey may be fraught with challenges, yet it continues, for even the smallest leaf must embrace destiny...Persistence is the key...
Nurture a tree today, and it will provide you shade tomorrow.
I stopped short in the path today to admire how the trees grow up without forethought regardless of the time and circumstances. They do not wait as men do - now is the golden age of the sapling - Earth, air, sun, and rain, are occasion enough - .
A flower that grows in the shade of another blooms slowly.
I seek a form that my style cannot discover,a bud of thought that wants to be a rose.
Don't sprout where you haven't been planted.
Let your greatness bloom.
Even when you are striving, stumbling and struggling, it's exhilarating if you sense you are growing.
Once you go plant, you never go back.
Fall in light, grow in light.
Bloom where you are planted and sow where you are fed ...
Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul each feeling has, as it were, its flowering instant, its one and only moment of expansive grace and radiant kingship.
To boldly grow where no one has groan before.
We're all just flowers. Small, nameless flowers. Little, barely budding things supported by something far greater than ourselves. Even so, we all dream of the day when we will eventually blossom. Free. Under the wide open sky...
Flowers are born, and they wither ...
You're certainly blooming, Billy. Before my very eyes. I just don't know into what.
Under a shady tree
can you feel the soft cool grass?
can you feel it with your toes?
we can sit here while it grows.
Laurie Berkner
From a bud of the evening a flower opens its petal in the dawn. The world sees the bud of the last night smiling with nectar on its lips. No one observed the diligence that was needed for the opening of each petal.
I will make rigid my roots and branches. It is not now my turn to burst into leaves and flowers.
If you are becoming more easeful, peaceful & useful then you know you are growing.
The first pale blossom of the unripened year.
In the span of my own lifetime I observed such wondrous progress in plant evolution that I look forward optimistically to a healthy, happy world as soon as its children are taught the principles of simple and rational living.
Things grow in life without soliciting for it
When the gardeners are good, the flower will bloom.
Flowers and fruit are only the beginning. In the seed lies the life and the future.
Gardening ... demands a certain attitude. It is necessary to accept the dynamism of vegetation with serenity.
And writers say, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.
Life is like a bud, it always dreams to bloom like a flower.
In the planting of the seeds of most trees, the best gardeners do no more than follow Nature, though they may not know it.
If a tiny bud dares unfold to a wakening new world, if a narrow blade of grass dares to poke its head up from an unlit earth, then surely I can rise and stretch my winter weary bones, surely I can set my face to the spring sun. Surely, I too can be reborn.
Cut brambles long enough, Sprout after sprout, And the lotus will bloom Of its own accord: Already waiting in the clearing, The single image of light. The day you see this, That day you will become it.
One of the greatest virtues of gardening is this perpetual renewal of youth and spring, of promise of flower and fruit that can always be read in the open book of the garden, by those with an eye to see, and a mind to understand.
Nature never holds back but never hurries.
It blooms with all its power, with all its beauty.
Things which in my mind blossom will
stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear
capable of fragility and indecision
Plant
it
It will sprout
But forget about the rustic festivities
For the explosive word falls harmlessly eternal through
the compact generations
When in still air and still in summertime
A leaf has had enough of this, it seems
To make up its mind to go; fine as a sage
Its drifting in detachment down the road.
Like the curved pipe of a fountain, your arching boughs
drive the sap
downward and up again: and almost without awakening
it bursts out of sleep, into its sweetest achievement.
Like the god stepping into the swan.
What we give our attention to, grows.
Some grow young, some grow cold ...
When you stop blooming where you've been planted, it's time to put down new roots.
And soon a branch, part of a hidden scene,The leafy mind, that long was tightly furled,Will turn its private substance into green,And young shoots spread upon our inner world.
When things (in the vegetable world) have displayed their luxuriant growth, we see each of them return to its root.
In our spring-time every day has its hidden growths in the mind, as it has in the earth when the little folded blades are getting ready to pierce the ground.
The greatest form of maturity is at harvest time. This is when we must learn how to reap without complaint if the amounts are small and how to reap without apology if the amounts are big.
You must have something new in a landscape as well as something old, something that's dying and something that's being born.
It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before ... to test yout limits ... to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to stay tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossum.
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.
Then, as if in answer to a riddle posed years before, you will realize that this growth came from seeds you planted or watered or carried from place to place - and you'll be rewarded in the way that we as communal beings need most: you'll know you made a difference.
Feel it. Know it. Be it. You and the bud are the same. You are one. You are the bud.
Oh, how we could blossom if we didn't have to fight to the death to merely exist!
It's not hard to grow when you know that you just don't know.
The process of maturing is an art to be learned, an effort to be sustained ...
Today, the growers are like a punch-drunk old boxer who doesn't know he's past his prime. The times are changing. The political and social environment has changed. The chickens are coming home to roost - and the time to account for past sins is approaching.
Gardeners work with an ever-receding ideal of perfection; no sooner is something growing well than they see how to place it better or give it a better neighbor. To other's eyes, all may look as well as could be expected, but a good gardener's eye sees more to be improved.
Learning is a plant that grows in all climes.
Yet what each one does is by no means of little moment. The grass has to put forth all its energy to draw sustenance from the uttermost tips of its rootlets simply to grow where it is as grass; it does not vainly strive to become a banyan tree; and so the earth gains a lovely carpet of green.
Growing is the result of learning.
The tree that growes slowly, keepes it selfe for another.
Within every little dream seed is the potential viability of sprouting to becoming a great forest.
Like editing, gardening requires infinite patience; it requires an essential selflessness, and optimism.
We blossom under praise like flowers in sun and dew; we open, we reach, we grow.
How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness
and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:
as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious
All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.
What was once dormant is now a Creeping Thing
It's funny; as I get older I'm reverting to my roots - I want to plant stuff.
The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.
Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
Gardening is all about optimism. I put a seed in the ground. I consistently tend it, confident I will see the results, in time, of the nurture I have provided.
Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?
While I was trying to write, I was trying to grow.
Over lowland, over snow and tundra span arches, raised by the rising sun. See: the light is winning! And the stream is streaming towards open minds and towards seeds dreaming of growth.
There is a continuity about the garden and an order of succession in the garden year which is deeply pleasing, and in one sense there are no breaks or divisions - seed time flows on to flowering time and harvest time; no sooner is one thing dying than another is coming to life.
Do you want to flourish in the garden of life? Life's gardeners pluck the weeds and care only for the productive plants.
The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet
There is a lot of growing required.
Your garden will reveal yourself.
Watering the flowers and the trees, whispering to them, talking to them. Then, they will grow to be more bright and luxuriant.
Plant in tears, harvest with joy.
One withers, another grows.
Desire makes everything blossom
If you plant for a season, plant budgets. If you plant for a decade, plant reorganization, If you plant for a century, plant people
One bulb at a time. There was no other way to do it. No shortcuts
simply loving the slow process of planting. Loving the work as it unfolded. Loving an achievement that grew slowly and bloomed for only three weeks each year.