“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!"” WaySoulShowsEarthStarsGrowsWaterSweetEssentialsGardenGoldPlantSeedsMy WayBrownWeedBellsGardeningInchesVowCottagesCrimsonRenown Author:E. Nesbit
“And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising our of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer--apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude.” MoralTreeSweetOffersFruitBitterSpotsApplesRisingMelancholyWeedRuinedCellarsChimneysVicissitudesApple TreesBitter Sweet Book:Mosses from an Old Manse Source: Mosses from an Old Manse
“August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree-ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on the cob. Vivid dahlias fling huge tousled blossoms through gardens and joe-pye-weed dusts the meadow purple.” TreeFieldsSweetHugeGardenHotDustWeedGrainScentPurpleVividCornSunnyAugustMeadowsFlingPeachesRipeningDahliasCorn On The CobSweet Corn Book:The Shape of a Year Source: The Shape of a Year
“The summer's flow'r is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die' But if that flow'r with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.” IfsDiesTurnsSweetSummerFlowDignityDeedsSmellWeedSweetestLiliesInfectionFrailty Author:William Shakespeare
“And, to be honest, if weed is a gateway drug, then I really did hop the fence, but sometimes I can't help but miss the sticky-sweet warmth of a good old fashioned hot box.” IfsI CanSometimesHelpingHonestMissingSweetDrugHotBoxesBeing HonestHopsWeedWarmthFenceOld FashionedGatewaysSticky Author:Kris Kidd