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Broccoli spaceship. Broccoli SPACESHIP!
Garden as though you will live forever.
What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise?
Jezreel, God plants!
I don't want any vegetables, thank you. I paid for the cow to eat them for me.
It must be hard to cook if you anthropomorphisize your vegetables.
As for vegetables, I do not consider a plot of ground devoted to them worthy of the honorable name of garden. Vegetables are, of course, a part of gardening, but the least, the last, -for those who do not have to raise them, the most dishonorable part.
We must cultivate our own garden.
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garden. I have been defeated,
I just planted the family vegetables yesterday. You name it, I grow it.
Vegetables are something God invented to let women get even with their children.
I don't really like vegetables. But I'll eat them.
Move with a spring & vegetable swiftness,
Seed-case & burr & tremulous grasses, a grove - vocal in the
wind -
People without plants are in a state of perpetual neurosis, a state of existential wanting.
We gardeners are healthy, joyous, natural creatures. We are practical, patient, optimistic. We declare our optimism every year, every season, with every act of planting.
Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay.
But he did decide vegetatively, as a bean when once tossed aside must decide if it ought to germinate or had better let things be.
Vegetarian - that's an old Indian word meaning lousy hunter.
By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give a fair trial to the vegetable system!
I see things and I hear things I do not understand. I'm a skilled, resourceful ... vegetable!
Pork is not a vegetable.
I like to pick my own vegetables.
A vegetarian is not a person who lives on vegetables, any more than a Catholic is a person who lives on cats.
I did a salad, but I didn't do a garden.
Call any vegetable,
call it by name,
and the chances are good
that the vegetable will respond to you
What kind of maggot grows in the corpse of a day?
It is both auspicious and peaceful for people to choose vegetarinism.
Undisturbed, my garden fills with summer growth - how I wish for one who would push the deep grass aside.
Our lawns manifest our cultural desire: they are static, they are artificial, and they are kept sexually immature.
I just wish human beings were better gardeners.
Velveeta: you can eat it - or wax your car with it!
The equation of animal and vegetable life is too complicated a problem for human intelligence to solve, and we can never know how wide a circle of disturbance we produce in the harmonies of nature when we throw the smallest pebble into the ocean of organic life.
My vegetable love will grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
I eat more vegetables than the average vegetarian.
Sleep is a state in which a great part of every life is passed. No animal has yet been discovered, whose existence is not varied with intervals of insensibility; and some late philosophers have extended the empire of sleep over the vegetable world.
Do you like vegetables?" Sophie asked, hoping to steer the conversation towards a slightly less dangerous kind of food.
"You is trying to change the subject," the Giant said sternly. "We is having an interesting babblement about the taste of the human bean. The human bean is not a vegetable.
Vegetarians are people who cannot hear tomatos screaming.
Vertue now is in herbs and stones and words onely.
It wouldn't be much fun living on a planet where grass could not grow.
I grow as many of our vegetables as I can, because my granddad was a professional gardener, and it's in the blood.
Let us be guardians, not gardeners
I will admit to fucking a zucchini when I was in high school. For years I thought I was a vegesexual.
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
expelled from the garden.
Out on the lawn I lie in bed, Vega conspicuous overhead.
Plant
it
It will sprout
But forget about the rustic festivities
For the explosive word falls harmlessly eternal through
the compact generations
I'm a human garbage can, but I don't like veggies unless they have Velveeta cheese on top. And forget crunchy broccoli and carrots. I like 'em soggy, soft and wilted. The nutrients have probably gone away, but that's the only way I can eat them.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Nothing could appear to be more human than refusing to believe extinction possible so long as you were encircled by luscious eggplants and ripe tomatoes[..]
And I don't mean this metaphorically. I want to be taken seriously as proposing that the ennui of modernity is the consequence of a disruptive symbiotic relationship between ourselves and vegetable nature.
THE WONDERFUL EXPLOITS OF GRASSHOPPER.
Nothing is more pleasant to the eye than green grass kept finely shorn.
Gardening is ultimately a folly whose goal is to provide delight.
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.
There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.
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.
I'll plant and water, sow and weed, Till not an inch of earth shows brown, And take a vow of each small seed To grow to greenness and renown: And then some day you'll pass my way, See gold and crimson, bell and star, And catch my garden's soul, and say: "How sweet these cottage gardens are!"
I call myself a vegetarian with vegan tendencies.
We are all vegetable, in this country. Are you not vegetable, also?" "No," answered the Wizard. "People on top of the earth are all meat. Will
Grapes are juicy. Strawberries. Oranges. Good pork chops are succulent," said Dusty. "But the word isn't accurately descriptive of a person."
Smiling with delight, Ahriman said, "Oh, really, not accurately descriptive? Be careful housepainter. Your genes are showing. What if I were a cannibal?
Vegetables are organized bodies that grow on the dry areas of the globe and within its waters. Their function is to combine immediately the four elements and to serve as food for animals.
My garden does not whet the appetite; it satisfies it. It does not provoke thirst through heedless indulgence, but slakes it by proffering its natural remedy. Amid such pleasures as these have I grown old.
When you get crapped on, grow a garden.
Since I went no grasse hath growne on my hele.
Garden is garden.
Good garden of peas!
Over fertilized plants may be beautiful but are otherwise useless, like people whose energies are devoted so completely to their appearance that there is no other development.
Where would the gardener be if there were no more weeds?
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.
We are all gardeners, planting seeds of intention and watering them with attention in every moment of every day.
So, Mr. Mandrake, what is it you plan to do with me this evening?" I asked haughtily.
"I presume," he said, playing along, "that I will start with feeding you proper and then proceed with more ... pestiferous acts."
I smiled through the confusion. I'd have to look up that word later.
He has a face like composted Broccoli
I have lived temperately, eating little animal food, and that not as an aliment, so much as a condiment for the vegetables, which constitute my principal diet.
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.
Gardening is a labour full of tranquility and satisfaction; natural and instructive, and as such contributes to the most serious contemplation, experience, health and longevity.
He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.
Then a sentimental passion of a vegetable fashion must excite your
languid spleen,
An attachment a la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a
not-too-French French bean!
Once you go plant, you never go back.
Plough deep while sluggards sleep.
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand on your cheek ...
Worthless as wither'd weeds.
Gardening transcends everything that otherwise divides us.
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.
Will the roofs of new buildings be vegetated? If not, why not?
Nor do I try to keep a garden, only
An avocado in a glass of water --
Roots pallid, gemmed with air. And later,
When the small gilt leaves have grown
Fleshy and green, I let them die, yes, yes,
And start another. I am earth's no less.
I grow the vegetables my family eats. I grow enough, and we seldom buy from the market.
Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.
Vegetarianism is a way of living consciously on the planet.
I have an organic garden and love being able to say, 'I'm going to see what I can pick to throw in my salad.'
A vegetarian is a person who won't eat anything that can have children.
Everybody's got plants, but most are just growing weeds. The cultivated have greater gardens, finer and gaudier gardens.
LEARN HOW TO GROW ZOMBIES
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except to be able to grow in rows
in a short essay I wrote in 1991, Gardening As Agriculture. In that essay I asserted that gardening should be recognized as a serious and important form of agriculture that functions as an incubator for new farmers and farming methods.
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.
Vegetables ... a waste of good plate space
It will always remain my private persuasion that Nature was absorbed in making cabbages when Mrs. Vesey was born, and that the good lady suffered the consequences of a vegetable preoccupation in the mind of the Mother of us all.
We must infer that a plant or animal of any species, is made up of special units, in all of which there dwells the intrinsic aptitude to aggregate into the form of that species: just as in the atoms of a salt, there dwells the intrinsic aptitude to crystallize in a particular way.
My passion for gardening may strike some as selfish, or merely an act of resignation in the face of overwhelming problems that beset the world. It is neither. I have found that each garden is just what Voltaire proposed in Candide: a microcosm of a just and beautiful society.