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The sight of a certain depressed-to-the-max head of seaweed has made me quite ill.
moss that is concentrating on being green.
About this grass now. I didn't finish telling. It grows so close it's guaranteed to kill off clover and dandelions-"
"Great God in heaven! That means no dandelion wine next year! That means no bees crossing our lot! You're out of your mind, son
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
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Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
garden. I have been defeated,
The humped bladderwort has yellow, snapdragon-like flowers, and it's actually carnivorous, capable of trapping and eating not just insects but even tadpoles and tiny fish.
Get up seaweed brain
Go, go, magic clover.
an amaranthine valley of orange groves
Heliotrope. To be sowed in the spring. A delicious flower, but I suspect it must be planted in boxes and kept in the house in the winter. The smell rewards the care.
Where would the gardener be if there were no more weeds?
...where there's Hilo, oh, there's blissweed.
A tumbleweed went rolling by in the street. I'm not even kidding. An actual, literal tumbleweed. Man, Oklahoma.
Once you go purple, baby, you can never go back.
My first puppy's name was Purple.
Pale purple as the bloom om a ripe plum, veined with the gold of late flowering gorse, set with small slender birches,just turning yellow,with red-berried rowans and thicket of bracken, the heath lay steeped in sunshine.
Martyred plants from their shrouds. Their mouths
For a few heady weeks of the year the steppe in a binge throws out a wilderness of flowers that tangle your hooves and confuse your horse.
Weeds don't know they're weeds.Weeds-- John Updike
A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon.
I weed on a spider
In just one night, a new dandelion has managed to sprout up in place of the one I destroyed. It's a strong weed. A rebellious fighter.
Restless sunflower; cease to move.
Fair fresh leaves, and buds - and buds - tiny at first but swelling and working Magic until they burst and uncurled into cups of scent delicately spilling themselves over their brims and filling the garden air.
Sometimes I think my soul is full of weeds!
What child has ever known the country and has not twined hundreds of fragrant wreaths with the yellow shining cowslip and the more frail and delicate violet - mingling here and there green leaves culled from the odorous eglantine, or, as we more commonly call it, sweetbriar.
Bright cut flowers, leaves of green, bring about what I have seen
Kanan is a big road through the Santa Monica Mountains. Between mid-March and mid-April, when you get over to the western side of the mountains, it's populated by Spanish broom - this beautiful, yellow, flowering weed that smells the way I imagine it smells along the Yellow Brick Road.
I had forgotten what mustard fields looked like ... Sheet upon sheet of blazing yellow, half way between sulphur and celandine, with hot golden sunshine pouring down upon them out of a dazzling June sky. It thrilled me like music.
the fragrant bunches of nettle and dried lavender overhead, dusty gold
I love purple because my name is Amethyst.
In the deep shadow of the porch
A slender bind-weed springs,
And climbs, like airy acrobat,
The trellises, and swings
And dances in the golden sun
In fairy loops and rings.
Orange, Longbottom.
O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.
She dreamed that night of chickweed, which was a strange thing to dream about. Chickweed is a low, weedy little plant, not very distinguished. No one writes poetry comparing their lovers to chickweed (or if they do, the poems are rarely well received).
Purple Haze all in my brain, lately things don't seem the same. Actin' funny but I don't know why. 'Scuse me while I kiss the sky.
A hothouse flower trained to bloom out of season and in the wrong climate. I do not belong.
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.
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.
You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own - What are you when the rose is blown?
I may look like a dainty flower, but I'm really a wild weed.
We lavender folk spray up, spontaneously flowering in the color we had learned as an identifying mark of our culture when it was subterranean and secret.
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The common hill-flowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth.
I can't stand purple. It doesn't suit me.
Bad weeds grow in bunches.
I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.
hay gold dusk of late spring,
Green grass grows where dry desert ends.
of grass, watching the
In June the bush we call
alder was heavy, listless,
its leaves studded with galls,
growing wherever we didn't
want it.
life is like weeds
Icecloud, and Hazeltail. Leafpool twitched
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.
There are bitter weeds in England.
Who are the violets now
That strew the lap of the new-come spring?
What the psychedelic thing can be seen as, when it's done with plants, as a return to Gaia, an immersion in the feminine.
Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.
What is [insert name here]? Does it taste good?
The plants and flowers
I raised about my hut
I now surrender
To the will
Of the wind
Bath salts, plant food, crystal meth? Get you some Purple Crack and let the madness begin.
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
A rhododendron bud lavender-tipped. Soon a glory of blooms to clash with the cardinals and gladden the hummingbirds!
A weed is a plant that is not only in the wrong place, but intends to stay.
Hawthorn, white and odorous with blossom, framing the quiet fields, and swaying flowers and grasses, and the hum of bees.
Summer grasses,
All that remains
Of soldiers' dreams
I'm more of a thistle-peony-basil kind of girl.
Desert trees that don't grow up but grow gnarled and thick. Stunted and stubborn. Remind me of Bangley. They just refuse to die at any price. Some
Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.
Nightwindflyhighfreeeeeee.
The humble Cumulus humilis - never hurt a soul.
What are some words that come to mind when you think of flowers?
The sky is a soggy purple.
The clear water the color of deeply steeped tea, surrounded by cattails and gracile grasses.
The purple haze of the wych elms; the blue flash of a kingfisher's wings; the statuesque rightness of the milch cows in that green place chomping on the rich flood-grass.
Deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
Aygi Cycle (4)
Coarse hawthorn
beloved uncle's
memory entwined
among its
gnarled and
armored limbs
copy of
Lolita by
his deathbed
foxglove
IN THE
oleander
RIGHT DOSE
moonseed
EVERYTHING
belladonna
IS A POISON
love.
his name. The gardener, if you
My backyard was replete with madness, it just grew indigenously in South Florida.
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.
Lavender's blue,
Rosemary's green,
When you are king,
I shall be queen
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.]
A plant similar to sorrel. The leaf can be chewed up and applied
The mangosteen, queen of the tropical fruit.
The plants all know that spring will soon return,
All kinds of red and purple contend in beauty.
The poplar blossom and elm seeds are not beautiful,
They can only fill the sky with flight like snow.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.
That is not a drug. It's a leaf.
The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.
Mexican marijuana, which he called the schoolboy's consolation.
A Halloween flower,
if ever there was one,
would smell like an onion,
have thorns like a rose.
With charcoal black petals
and vines that entangle,
t'would grow under moonlight
in mud, I suppose.
Cranberry Catsup
Mars red gladiolus
Deadly nightshade is the only plant I have ever been able to get to grow for me.
Her grandmother cursed the pain as she hobbled down the corridor. I soon learned Zelda always swears using strange plant names: stinkwort, nettlemuck, skunkbush, sumac. She seemed to have an endless supply of those.
But I used to think," Josef says quietly, "that there are some weeds that are just as beautiful as flowers."
(pg 134)