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The Vine of Life grows a single melon. The color of the heart is unknown until the rind is split.
Does no good to nail an unattached branch to the vine; there is no life-giving connection. But those branches that are an integral part of the vine share in the life of the vine.
While Martha's skins fell off her tomatoes like a silk slip off a supermodel, our skins got caught in the deep folds and stuck stubbornly. It was like trying to peel leather pants off of a sweaty, hairy, fat guy.
I'm theatrically trained. Before Vine, before any of the social media, I was an actor. I was going to auditions; I was taking the classes.
Are the grapes bitter or sweet? You have to taste.
The branch of the vine does not worry, and toil, and rush here to seek for sunshine, and there to find rain. No; it rests in union and communion with the vine ... Let us so abide in the Lord Jesus.
Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell. Weeds sprouted from cinder and brick.
Grapes become wine only when they have been squeezed.
I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. John 15:1
I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.
Like the cellar-growing vine is the Christian who lives in the darkness and bondage of fear. But let him go forth, with the liberty of God, into the light of love, and he will be like the plant in the field, healthy, robust, and joyful.
A soul filled with large thoughts of the Vine will be a strong branch, and will abide confidently in Him. Be much occupied with Jesus, and believe much in Him, as the True Vine.
Weeds grasp their own essence and express its truth.
People pretend not to like grapes when the vines are too high for them to reach.
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.
Flat fields produce mediocre grapes, but rolling hills produce the greatest grapes. Why? Because the vines must struggle for survival.
Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The mother of the mighty Wine, A roamer is she O'er wall and tree And sometimes very good company.
Women did what strawberry plants did before they shot out their thin vines: the quality of the green changed. Then the vine threads came, then the buds. By the time the white petals died and the mint-colored berry poked out, the leaf shine was gilded tight and waxy.
I can grow cameras!" she had shrieked at the Brill brothers during one briefing. "Who's to say that despicable centaur Foaly hasn't succeded in splicing surveillance equiptment to plants? So get rid of all the flowers. Rocks, too. I don't trust them. Sullen little blebers.
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape
Hyacinth bean and papayas, long vines, deep roots. Palm trees outside the garden walls, with deep roots, stand a thousand years.
Village life is like an ivy vine climbing a great oak. You cut off the vine at the root, and all the way up the tree, the leaves wither. We're all connected." For
Wisteria is my favorite flowering vine. Do you know why?'
I shook my head. 'No, ma'am.'
'Because it's strong
just like me.
Ripe strawberries hung from the little plants, row after row. They gleamed like baubles, bright and red among the leaves, weighing down their stalks.
The Walls enriched with Fruit-trees and faced with a covering of their leafy extensions; I should rather have said hung with different Pieces of Nature's noblest Tapestry.
On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels ...
But still a Ruby kindles in the Vine, And many a Garden by the Water blows.
There was a worm addicted to grape leaves, she continued, and suddenly it woke up. Call it a miracle, whatever, something woke it up and it wasn't a worm anymore. It was the whole vineyard, and the orchard too, the fruit, the trunks, an ever-expanding joy that didn't need to devour anything.
The crooked little tomato branches, pulpy and pale as if made of cheap green paper, broke under the weight of so much fruit; there was something frantic in such fertility, a crying-out like that of children frantic to please.
There is nothing better than picking up sun-warmed tomatoes and smelling them, feeling them and scrutinizing their shiny skins for imperfections, dreaming of ways to serve them.
Romance and poetry, ivy, lichens and wallflowers need ruin to make them grow.
Beulah, peel me a grape
Look at those vines,' he said. 'Nature is wearing her prettiest clothes.'
The effect of this unexpectedly poetic observation was slight spoiled when Massot cleared his throat nosily and spat, but he was right;
i am about castle walls and ivy growing wild
Sweet flowers are slow and weeds make haste.
Our poets have sung of wine, the product of a foreign plant which commonly they never saw, as if our own plants had no juice in them more than the singers.
Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh.
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.
Plant no tree sooner than the vine.
rambler roses climbed indifferently about, made friends where they could, and when they found themselves unable, firmly stabbed their enemies and strangled their remains.
Plant the seed whose vine or tree may hang you.
It is the business of God's people to be trimmers of God's vines.
Music. Close your eyes and it's a rosebush blooming in time lapse so that it shoots and blossoms flow outward in a swift choreography of growth and collapse, twine and coil, release and fade.
Close your eyes and music paints light vines and calligraphy on the darkness within you.
Emilie gazed across the terrace and the formal gardens to the undulating vineyards that surrounded
Hee that is in a Taverne thinkes he is in a vine-garden.
I guess it's the same way trees grow around the very vines that are killing them, so they're strangled and sustained all at once. After a long time, even pain can be a comfort.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?
Today with the Internet, I search for film and video archives online. It's an ever-growing moveable visual feast of delicacies from all around the world.
I loved the shadows from the early morning sun as I'd walk up a vineyard row, breathing deeply at the smell of freshly worked earth, watching the hawks ride the air currents over the vineyard, and the goldfinches, bluebirds, and swallows flutter among the vines.
You can't keep your feet on the ground, hoping to enjoy the fruits of your labour. The fruits are on the top; keep climbing till you pluck them with your hands!
Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe ...
I heard through the Verdie grapevine yesterday that the sexy cowboy who lives in this house likes gingersnaps."
"Sexy?" One dark eyebrow shot up. "That's according to the grapevine," she said.
"I kind of like the grapevine then.
The vine-stock bears fruit as long as it is attached to its stem; apart from that, no.
The roses once grew there, and well their lives conceal; the ivy cobbled up their voices, and made me not to feel.
That is faith, cleaving to Christ, twining round Him with all the tendrils of our heart, as the vine does round its support.
Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody. Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy
My soul has tasted of the grapes, And now it longs to go Where my dear Lord His vineyard keeps And all the clusters grow. Upon the true and living vine, My famish'd soul would feast, And banquet on the fruit divine, An everlasting guest.
Martyred plants from their shrouds. Their mouths
Digging through my roots to understand the way my branches grew.
Olivia imagined a D-day-style invasion of the island, gardeners with saws and shovels parachuting out of the sky and storming the beaches - and were being liberated from the thorny or flowery embrace of climbing vines, deratted, reroofed, fixed up, and condoized. Her apartment
Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.
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.
As though on a seedling whose blossoms ripen at different times, I had seen in old ladies, on that beach at Balbec, the dried-up seeds and sagging tubers that my girl-friends would become. But, now that it was time for buds to blossom, what did that matter?
life is like weeds
Everything you cherish
Throws you over in the end
Thorns will grab your ankles
From the gardens that you tend.
What grape to keep its place in the sun, taught our ancestors to make wine?
Everything is blood and vines. The mark of another day of revolving the body exact And the sky is ours our hope our blue our silence our throat of burning wildflowers.
Look to the lilies how they grow!
The flowers themselves were strong and hardy. They filled the green with color and thrived on Camp Lakeview's land. Together. They spent the summer, and every summer thereafter, swaying lazily in the breeze, frozen in time.
THE SECRET GARDEN
Plant in tears, harvest with joy.
So I got into growing grapes, not realizing that there was a heck of a lot more to it than meets the eye.
Critics must excuse me if I compare them to certain animals called asses, who, by gnawing vines, originally taught the great advantage of pruning them.
A lot of Viners do more relatable stuff, but I try to stay away from that. I try to maybe take a relatable situation and Bach it up.
Beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water
of grass, watching the
Flowers are born, and they wither ...
Trevisan is one of the few Paso Robles producers to recognize the potential of the region's old-vine Zinfandel, which he blends with Syrah and Mourvedre and labels with fanciful names such as Problem Child, the Outsider and Cherry Red.
...weaving his verbal wreaths, in prose and verse, of marvellous poison ivy.
Flowers grows in silence, quietly, slowly, passionately, with great love and with all its power just perfectly.
There is no higher form of artistic expression then film
When you plant the seeds, wait patiently to see the ripen fruits.
Never a daisy grows, but a mystery guideth the growing.
Seeds pour out oil when pressed.
Grapes pour out wine when squeezed.
Herbs pour out medicine when pounded.
Flowers pour out perfume when crushed.
The gifted pour out excellence when tested.
Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.
When the ivy has found its tower, when the delicate creeper has found its strong wall, we know how the parasite plants grow and prosper.
Movies are, like sharp sunlight, merciless; we do not imagine, we view.
By their fruits ye shall know them.
It is the crushed grape that gives out the blood-red wine: it is the suffering soul that breathes the sweetest melodies.
The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree
I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed.
I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
I had never thought of a tomato as a fruit - the ones I had known were mostly white in the center and rock hard. But this was so luscious, so tart I thought it victorious. So - some tomatoes tasted like water, and some tasted like summer lightning.
What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
It all went a bit grape-shaped.
Fruits ... like having their portrait painted. They seem to sit there and ask your forgiveness for fading. Their thought is given off with their perfumes. They come with all their scents, they speak of the fields they have left, the rain which has nourished them, the daybreaks they have seen.
The grape gains its purple tinge by looking at another grape.
[Lat., Uvaque conspecta livorem ducit ab uva.]
Roots! You stay on the path to avoid the roots, Lilly!
Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.
What else was filmmmaking about if not a series of perfect and potent images strung together like the words of a poem?
Look at this tangle of thorns.