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Love not the flower they pluck and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names.
Wherever you may go, the least plant may bring you clear remembrance of the Creator.
The strongest and most mysterious weeds often have things to teach us.
Aygi Cycle (4)
Coarse hawthorn
beloved uncle's
memory entwined
among its
gnarled and
armored limbs
copy of
Lolita by
his deathbed
Every green herb, from the lotus to the darnel, is rich with delicate aids to help incurious man.
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The plant kingdom covers the entire earth, offering our senses great pleasure and the delights of summer.
Never take the first plant you find, as it might be the last - and you want that first one to speak well of you to the others of her kind.
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.
Much Virtue in Herbs, little in Men.
Meditation is the nourishment for flowering.
Weed, are you familiar with the work of Carl Linnaeus? His Systema Naturae describes a classification system for all growing things."
Weed's eyes dart everywhere, probing every corner. "Unless he visited the madhouse, I never met him," he replies.
I cannot live without flowers everywhere. I grew up having a big garden, the size of a city block, in Rombas.
On the other side of the village Havaa was studying the pale blue flowers on her mother's skirt, annoyed she couldn't find them in the Caucasian flora guide. Why invent flowers when so many real ones would be honored to find their faces on a skirt?
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
[Lat., Hei mihi! quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis.]
In June the bush we call
alder was heavy, listless,
its leaves studded with galls,
growing wherever we didn't
want it.
As is the garden such is the gardener. A man's nature runs either to herbs or weeds.
A noble plant suites not with a stubborne ground.
Those herbs which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but, being trodden upon and crushed, are three; that is, burnet, wild thyme and watermints. Therefore, you are to set whole alleys of them, to have the pleasure when you walk or tread.
Bright cut flowers, leaves of green, bring about what I have seen
How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?
Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]
I do not know the names of all the weeds and plants, I have to do as Adam did in his garden ... name things as I find them.
Isn't it wonderful that two of the most sacred and symbolic plants, the olive and the vine, live on almost nothing, a terrace of limestone, sun and rain ...
There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world.
Weeds grasp their own essence and express its truth.
ground-growing shrub rather like a small azalea,' Madame is explaining when I return
Green grass grows where dry desert ends.
No part of the world can be truly understood without a knowledge of its garment of vegetation, for this determines not only the nature of the animal inhabitants but also the occupations of the majority of human beings.
Herbs are the friend of the physician and the pride of cooks.
But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, / It hides away from me.
The landscape here was strange. It was some type of forest, with giant vines that grew into spirals, round and round, growing up fifty metres toward the sky. They were massive. Some were fifteen metres across, narrowing as they rose.
I bring the petals to my nose and breathe deeply. "Where did it come from?"
Seth smiles. "A garden."
"A garden?" I repeat, raising an eyebrow.
He laughs.
"You think you're so clever," I mutter. "It must be nice, conjuring up whatever you want whenever you want it."
"It has it's perks.
The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
Businessmen they drink my wine, come and taste my herb.
Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow, a herb most bruised is woman.
It should come as no surprise to readers of the MAPS Bulletin that psychedelic plants are used as a sacrament by many native cultures all over the world. It may not be so obvious that these same plants are often incorporated into the coming-of-age ceremonies of these various societies.
Herbs deserve to be used much more liberally.
The rich meadow-grass seemed that morning of a freshness and a greenness unsurpassable. Never had they noticed the roses so vivid, the willow-herb so riotous, the meadow-sweet so odorous and pervading.
Some of the plants have obituary names: Iris, Basil, Rue, Rosemary, and Verbena. Some, like meadowsweet and cowslips, sweet flag and spikenard, are like the names of Shakespeare fairies.
THE SECRET GARDEN
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
I'm more of a thistle-peony-basil kind of girl.
I do not yet know why plants come out of the land or float in streams, or creep on rocks or roll from the sea. I am entranced by the mystery of them, and absorbed by their variety and kinds. Everywhere they are visible yet everywhere occult.
Branches of spiraea bowed under sleeves of blossom, and delphinium shoots nudged the soil. With the
My botanical documents should contribute to restoring the link with nature. They should reawaken a sense of nature, point to its teeming richness of form, and prompt the viewer to observe for himself the surrounding plant world.
Under the olive trees, from the ground Grows this flower, which is a wound. It is easier to ignore Than the heroes' sunset fire Of death plunged in their willed desire Raging with flags on the world's shore.
Fragments of the natural method must be sought with the greatest care. This is the first and last desideratum among botanists.
Nature makes no jumps.
[Natura non facit saltus]
All taxa show relationships on all sides like the countries on a map of the world.
Smoke that herb and clear your mind.
Where would the gardener be if there were no more weeds?
Sweet, loveable, and with every click revealing a new surprise, 'Botanicula' creates both a wonderful world where bees and twigs play in the universe and sets up a daring story of a group of unlikely heroes taking on a tree's last hope of survival.
From little seeds great flowers grow.
Do you want to flourish in the garden of life? Life's gardeners pluck the weeds and care only for the productive plants.
The humble Cumulus humilis - never hurt a soul.
I fell in love with flora of all types, especially ferns. Loved the sparse structure and repetition of shape - almost fractal.
As Livia dug her keys out of her pocket, she saw that Blake had been to her car.
It was covered with little bits of nature: long blades of grass, twigs, and stones. When she got closer she saw more. Blake had used the flora to spell sorry over and over on the hood. And the roof. And the trunk.
Gardening is a kind of disease. It infects you, you cannot escape it. When you go visiting, your eyes rove about the garden; you interrupt the serious cocktail drinking because of an irresistible impulse to get up and pull a weed.
I learnt about plants from my father, who was a herbalist and an amateur microscopist.
[h]ope, like a desert aloe. Hope, stubborn and bitter to the taste. That hides water. That bears the drought. An ugly plant with the power to heal.
How right it is to love flowers and the greenery of pines and ivy and hawthorn hedges; they have been with us from the very beginning.
Your minds may now be likened to a garden, which will, if neglected, yield only weeds and thistles; but, if cultivated, will produce the most beautiful flowers, and the most delicious fruits.
No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will, and still some valiant shoot will push, to grow again on such scanty fare as it can find. Only time and the cruel quicklime of fact can destroy that stubborn urgency.
Nature with her wealth of birds and flowers, Has in her heart a place for every weed; For her quick eyes require no microscope To note the varied wonders and delights That the Creator's humblest works possess.
Herb? Herb is the healing of the nation, seen? Once you smoke herb, you all must think alike. Now if you thinking alike, dat mean we 'pon the same track. If we 'pon the same track, that mean we gonna unite.
Lysenkoism: A forlorn attempt not merely to colonize the botanical kingdom, but to instill a proper sense of the puritan work ethic and the merits of self-improvement.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Botanists have a tradition of never revealing the exact location of a rare plant. Contact between humans and rare plants is generally risky for the plants.
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!
The greatest service which can be rendered any country is to add a useful plant to its culture.
The Fruit Hunters
The possession of a quantity of plants, however good the plants may be themselves and however ample their number, does not make a garden; it only makes a collection. Having got the plants, the great thing is to use them with careful selection and definite intention.
I've heard that the two plants that make Ayahuasca (Banisteriopsis caapi and Psychotria viridis) in the Amazon, are increasingly difficult to find in the wild.
Almost every person, from childhood, has been touched by the untamed beauty of wildflowers.
When I need to be precise about a plant, I use its Latin name, even if my nongardening friends sometimes look at me a little funny for using big words in a dead language - or in the kind of horticultural Esperanto that botanical names make up.
The roots and herbes beaten and put into new ale or beer and daily drunk, cleareth, strengtheneth and quickeneth the sight of the eyes.
Will plant! True to his word, on Friday, when she arrived, there were dozens of plants waiting by the garden plot that they had cleared earlier in the week. She stopped and stared at it, wondering at the quantity as well as where he had
Gardens were weeded and watered and
In some Native languages the term for plants translates to "those who take care of us.
One cannot analyse the character of European gardens without looking beyond the Mediterranean. This is because horticulture, palace life and city-building developed in the Fertile Crescent before spreading, via Crete, Greece, Egypt and Italy to the forests of Europe
Plant in tears, harvest with joy.
As for rosemary, I let it run all over my garden walls, not only because my bees love it but because it is the herb sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it hath a dumb language.
garden. I have been defeated,
These plants know that when your world is changing rapidly, it is important to have identified the one thing that you can always count upon.
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees blossom;where the golden oranges glow in the dark foliage'.
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
These flowers are like the pleasures of the world.
The countryside they
Verranica, I will never leave you.
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 ...
The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks
A scarlet rain; the yellow violet
Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox
Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet,
And all the streams with vernal-scented reed
Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.
It all began with the word itself. "Grass. Gramina. The family Gramineae. Grasses." "Oh," I responded doubtfully. The picture in my mind was only of a vague area in parks edged with benches for the idle.
I don't want to come off as arrogant here, but I'm the best botanist on the planet.
For every human illness, somewhere in the world there exists a plant which is the cure.
From all kinds of flowers,
Seek teachings everywhere,
Like a deer that finds
A quiet place to graze,
Seek Seclusion to digest
All you have gathered ...
Leon reads aloud from an article in the Reader's Digest about voting to select a national flower. Leon votes for dandelions. Joseph and Clyde vote for grass.
The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment.
How sickly grow, How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales That, circled round with the gigantic heap Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope To feel, the genial vigor of the sun!
The ancient practice of allowing land to remain fallow for a season is now exploded, and a succession of different crops found preferable. The case is similar with regard to the understanding, which is more relieved by change of study than by total inactivity.
The best herb I smoke in Jamaica and Africa. African - Rasclot! Them people cure it in a banana. In a banana skin. A green banana. They wrap it up in a banana so when you get it, it compressed and, I'll tell you, it great! Blood clot! In Nigeria and Ghana, love that herb! Good herb, mon.