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It's that which is between the gardener and his bit of soil that makes a garden.
With the advent of spring and beginning of the new harvest season the creators of abundance, our peasants, come out to the fields to sow with good aspirations and hopes.
Your first job is to prepare the soil. The best tool for this is your neighbor's garden tiller. If your neighbor does not own a garden tiller, suggest that he buy one.
I do the gardening.
To see rich land eaten away by erosion, to stand by as continual cultivation on sloping fields wears away the best soil, is enough to make a good farmer sick at heart.
The plowing's done. The seed is spread. The weather is reminding me that, rain or shine, the earth abides, the land endures, the soil will persevere forever and a day. Its smell is pungent and high-seasoned. This is happiness.
The ancient ritual of the earth; ploughing and planting, reaping and threshing. The fundamental business remains unaltered; it is only the methods and tools that science is changing.
You can't sow without plowing first. First you have to break up the earth.
You should first follow the plow if you want to dance the harvest jig.
In the Middle West now you got to put a brand on your soil, then in the Spring go on a round-up looking for it.
The real lowdown on gardening is ... dirt.
Labor is work that leaves no trace behind it when it is finished, or if it does, as in the case of the tilled field, this product of human activity requires still more labor, incessant, tireless labor, to maintain its identity as a 'work' of man.
Tools of many kinds and well chosen, are one of the joys of a garden.
I love planting. I love digging holes, putting plants in, tapping them in. And I love weeding, but I don't like tidying up the garden afterwards.
The richest harvest comes from best-tilled soil.
If someone says "You're not doing that right," hand him the shovel, sit and watch. That's the right way to garden.
The oldest task in human history: to live on a piece of land without spoiling it.
Look to the fields white unto harvest; pray for the fields; prepare for the fields; go to the fields or support those who go.
I work like a gardener.
If the human mind naturally produces noisome weeds, it also produces flowers and fruit; and ... the best method to mend the soil in general, is for each of us to cultivate his own particular spot.
Working in the garden gives me something beyond the enjoyment of the senses. It gives me a profound feeling of inner peace.
Farming's always been my business.
The most treasured asset in investment management is a steady hand at the tiller.
No better occupation than to look down into the garden.
Working in a garden calms me down.
I grew up believing that the willingness and ability to work is the basic ingredient of successful farming. Hard, intelligent work is the key. Use it, and your chances for success are good.
One of the most perfect and unfailing joys of life is planting. It is the creative joy felt by God ...
Make hay while the sun is still shining,
Some turn the soil and plant seedlings. We garden with words and nurture affinity.
Gathering the golden harvest through long summer days leaves a lasting sweetness to ripen in a man's soul. The smell of newly carted hay can be a lasting memory even in strange cities.
Harvest is more abundant on untilled land.
Where the plow does not go and the seed is not sown, the weeds are sure to multiply.
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.
On a farm, you can get very bored.
The life of the earth comes up with a rush in the springtime. All the wild seeds of weed and thistle, the sprouts of vine and bush and tree, are trying to take the fields. Farmers must fight them with harrow and plow and hoe; they must plant the good seeds quickly.
Let us cultivate our garden.
There is a harvest field you cannot reap alone
Pulling weeds and planting seeds. That's the story of life. We are individual lots on which either weeds of selfishness or fruit of the Holy Spirit grows and flourishes.
The wretch who digs the mine for bread, or ploughs, that others may be fed, feels less fatigued than that decreed to him who cannot think or read.
of grass, watching the
The real path to natural farming requires that a person know what unaltered nature is, so that he or she can instinctively understand what needs to be done - and what must not be done - to work in harmony with its processes.
The tillage of the soil occupies the vast majority of those who work for their own bread.
Many attempt to harvest what was never planted.
The farmer and the gardener are both busy, the gardener perhaps the more excitable of the two, for he is more of the amateur, concerned with the creation of beauty rather than with the providing of food. Gardening is a luxury occupation; an ornament, not a necessity, of life.
The best fertilizer for a piece of land is the footprints of its owner.
There is something soothing about working in the yard. Planting seeds and seeing them poke green out of the dirt. And it gets you out of the house with out going too far.
He plough on Sunday, Sir.
Plough on Sunday?!
Let us celebrate the soil. Most men toil that they may own a piece of it; they measure their success in life by their ability to buy it.
Everything is mended by the soil.
If I were I human, I'd plow the nicest farm for you.
The condition of man is to till the soil; there is no other wholeness to his existence.
It is up to us to cultivate our garden.
If I wanted to work hard, I'd be a farmer.
The language of gardening fuels the senses: talk with your hands, observe with your ears and listen with your eyes.
I worked on a farm for a little bit.
Where would the gardener be if there were no more weeds?
Let us farm when it is clear and let us study when it rains.
we should be sowing to harvest and happiness that the weather conditions are in our favor.
Ploughing, and clung to their feet with a weight that pulled like desire, lying hard and unresponsive when the crops were to be shorn away. The young corn
Sometimes he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for both these kinds of toil; he called them gardening. "The mind is a garden," said he.
herding cats and shoveling smoke.
In the fields of opportunity it's plowing time again.
My work is that of keeping every operation down (in size) so that the farmer and the man farthest down can get hold of it.
If a garden require it, now trench it ye may, one trench not a yard, from another go lay; Which being well filled with muck by and by, to cover with mould, for a season to lie.
There are times you find yourself standing by the wayside, watching as someone struggles to dig a well with a spoon, and you wish with all your heart you had arms and a shovel.
I garden. It's very relaxing to me.
dirt, but the machine began to make
We are exploring together. We are cultivating a garden together, backs to the sun. The question is a hoe in our hands and we are digging beneath the hard and crusty surface to the rich humus of our lives.
workin' in a coalmine
You have to be careful what seeds you sow on dirt where your roots have not yet touched the bedrock.
When the land is cultivated entirely by the spade and no horses are kept, a cow is kept for every three acres of land.
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.
The farmer has patience and trusts the process. He just has the faith and deep understanding that through his daily efforts, the harvest will come.And then one day, almost out of nowhere, it does.
through woodlots and agricultural fields.
As a farmer, you learn quick: You don't get anything that you don't work hard for.
In almost every garden, the land is made better and so is the gardener.
Gardening is a humbling experience.
Life on a farm is a school of patience; you can't hurry the crops or make an ox in two days.
I long for my garden to be complete. Working in it is one of my joys, but it will never be finished because it's forever changing with the seasons.
From the time I was a small boy, I remember working in the fields with my grandfather and father. We weren't growing grapes, but we were farming crops, creating something good out of the earth.
Gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.
Who will tend the farm museums who will dust the day belongings?
First you spend a lot of time and money making the grass grow, just so you can spend a lot of time and money cutting it down again a little while later.
Solid ground beneath his feet, dirt under his fingernails, the husbandry of growing things, bulbs and roots, seeds and shoots, this had been his world.
As a Midlander and a big walker, I'd always loved ridge and furrow fields, the plough-marked land as it was when it was enclosed. It is the landscape giving you a story of lives that ended with the arrival of sheep.
Today the art of gardening is practised much more often than any other, in ignorant, impulsive ways, by people who never stop to think that it is an art at all.
My field was God's earth. Wherever I ploughed, there was my field. Land was free. It was a thing no man called his own. Labor was the only thing men called their own.
We sow, we grow, our love in life's farm
The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives
She bought seeds and raided nurseries and mulched and composted and spent full days with her hands full of earth, coaxing life our of the dry, dull grass my father had spent years pushing a mower over.
A garden is half made when it is well planned.
Gardening has compensations out of all proportion to its goals. It is creation in the pure sense.
The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.
Like editing, gardening requires infinite patience; it requires an essential selflessness, and optimism.
For we must farm or die. In undertaking farming we undertake a responsibility covering the whole life cycle. We can break it or keep it whole. We have broken it, but there is yet time to mend it; perhaps only just time.
Growing is a lifetime job, and we grow most when we're down in the valleys, where the fertilizer is.
Harvest is impossible without sowing.
Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.
Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.
Till your inner garden and your outer landscape will flourish