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THE WONDERFUL EXPLOITS OF GRASSHOPPER.
I don't know whether I prefer Astroturf to grass. I never smoked Astroturf.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
That green stuff outside is grass, and the yellow stuff coming down on it is sunshine.
I saw a vegetarian wearing a furry coat. so I looked closer. it was made of grass.
Brandon reached down and yanked up a handful of grass and roots, the sides of the blades cutting into his hand like a razor. What happened to the grass, Dana? Why isn't it green anymore?
It wouldn't be much fun living on a planet where grass could not grow.
I used my imagination to make the grass whatever color I wanted it to be.
Uncut grass always meant something.
Every blade of grass is a study; and to produce two, where there was but one, is both a profit and a pleasure.
Patience, grasshoper
Next time you see an unblemished expanse of grass, think about the chemicals that probably got dumped in your vicinity to create it. Are you grateful for that?
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 ...
If God had wanted us to play football in the sky, He'd have put grass up there.
A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.
If grass were legalized, it would help our drug problem enormously.
The fulness of the godhead dwelt in every blade of grass.
Parks are but pavement disguised with a growth of grass.
A grass blade believes that men build palaces for it to grow in. Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it brings them down. This power of feeble life which can creep in anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons.
There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.
You're trying to eat grass that isn't there. Why don't you give it a chance to grow?
There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.
grass is slightly frosty and I enjoy hearing it crunch
Summer grasses,
All that remains
Of soldiers' dreams
Under the pavement the dirt is dreaming of grass.
I am not a lover of lawns. Rather would I see daisies in their thousands, ground ivy, hawkweed, and even the hated plantain with tall stems, and dandelions with splendid flowers and fairy down, than the too - well-tended lawn.
Eight years ago, I wouldn't have painted this subject I'm starting now: a clearing filled with grasses. It would have seemed too much of a jumble. I had to keep looking and drawing, and looking. Now, because of all that time I spent drawing these grasses, I know what I'm looking for.
Grass is never green by accident.
If we choose to be superficial and graze we will only gather the tip of the grass, if we choose to be deep we will gather the whole grass.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
She eats grass. Don't ask.
When I put a green, it is not grass. When I put a blue, it is not the sky.
One of the most important things, actually, when you're playing on grass, is to move.
Sombre as fir trees, liquid cats
Moved in the grass without a sound.
They did not know the grass went round.
The cats had cats and the grass turned gray
And the world had worlds, ai, this-a-way:
The grass turned green and the grass turned gray.
We will burn the old grass and the new will grow.
Grass is a surface I have always loved, Wimbledon is a tournament I have always loved.
Some sunny empty grass-grown court lost in the heart of the labyrinthine pile.
Human: That's stupid. Isn't there grass on both sides?
A lawn is nature under totalitarian rule.
It doesn't matter how green a blade of grass is expected to be, when it's already smashed beneath the feet.
Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing.
If one could drown in the grass ... it might be the best way to die.
Water purling between the rocks, weed under the surface like green hair in the wind.
There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.
I am too busy working on my own grass to notice if yours is greener.
Do not worry too much about your lawn. You will soon find if you haven't already that almost every adult American devotes tremendous time and money to the maintenance of an invasive plant species called turf grass that we can't eat. I encourage you to choose better obsessions.
parsley. Vegetables these days are chopped into tiny grass.
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
Well, what do you owe yourself? Do you dare take time out to listen to the grass grow, or can you even afford the expense of getting far enough away from life's daily cacophony to hear it grow if you took the time?
The mown grass is growing again nearly to our knees; we will take a second crop of hay from this field, rich and green and starred with moon daisies, buttercups and the bright, blowsy heads of poppies.
The classic relationship with grass that early hippies had was that it's better shared with friends. You can't really get high with a bad attitude. Kindness and sweetness exhilarates your stone. Stolen grass doesn't get you as high. The old hippie ethic really counts
I am sick of four walls and a ceiling
I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass.
Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?
Oh well, no rain, no grass.
The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.
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.
Grass [marijuana] probably helped me as much as it hurt me. Especially as a performer. When you're high, it's easy to kid yourself about how clever certain mediocre pieces of material are. But, on the other hand, pot opens windows and doors that you may not be able to get through any other way.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Grass that is here today and gone tomorrow does not require much time to mature. A giant oak tree that lasts for generations requires much more time to grow strong.
Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.
Where the large bloodstain still marked the grass.
Jeez!You're making me want to take you on the grass again.
That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.
I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.
Society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface
The average yard is both an ecological and agricultural desert. The prime offender is short-mown grass, which offers no habitat and nothing for people except a place to sit, yet sucks down far more water and chemicals than a comparable amount of farmland.
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Thanks to the long days of rain, the blades of grass glowed with a deep-green luster, and they gave off the smell of wildness unique to things that sink their roots into the earth.
Get close to grass and you'll see a star.
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in the cracks of the sidewalk and we always end up killing them.
There, where I have passed, the grass will never grow gain.
I have a beard of grass. I grew it on my back, and sometimes my neighbor mows it for me. Meow!
Some golfers, we are told, enjoy the landscape; but properly, the landscape shrivels and compresses into the grim, surrealistically vivid patch of grass directly under the golfer's eyes as he morosely walks toward where he thinks his ball might be.
I used to lie down on the grass and draw the blades as they grew - until every square foot of meadow, or mossy bank, became a possession to me.
Insects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of thousands of little green blades, all equal, all alike, hiding the world from each other. Anguished, she thought, I don't want to be just another blade of grass.
How this peculiar grass, native to Central America and unknown to the Old World before 1492, came to colonize so much of our land and bodies is one of the plant world's greatest success stories. I say
Straight between them ran the pathway,
Never grew the grass upon it
The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.
The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts on dry toast.
moss that is concentrating on being green.
The lawn mower attends with defeaning shudder to the tonsure; a light odor of fresh hay intoxicates the air; the leveled grass finds again a bristling infancy; but the bite of the blades reveals unevenness, mangy clearings, yellow patches.
Where would the gardener be if there were no more weeds?
Its whole expanse was covered with tall, juicy grass, and when the wind blew, great waves passed over it with a sound like troubled water. (The Grassy Ocean)
stopped: a final swish in the tall grass
But I remember another image from Earth: the rich dark green grass that grew in graveyards.
The grass is always green if God is watering it.
All things such as grass and trees are soft and supple in life. At their death they are withered and dry.
Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.
According to the Talmud, every blade of grass has its own angel bending over it, whispering, Grow, grow.
life is like weeds
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I remember, as a kid, I'd follow the rooster and the chickens and watch what type of grass they'd eat. And me and my friends would eat that grass, like that was our lunch.
You may not have the greenest yard, but you can take the shit you're given and fertilize your grass into something beautiful!
I can't sit on grass without a blanket.
I love the long grass coming up to meet the willows.
Deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow
Move with a spring & vegetable swiftness,
Seed-case & burr & tremulous grasses, a grove - vocal in the
wind -
What a great day for football, all we need is some green grass and a ball.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you nonetheless
And filter and fibre your blood.
No wonder the grass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedge- cutters.
Undisturbed, my garden fills with summer growth - how I wish for one who would push the deep grass aside.