Danh ngôn thuộc danh mục: gardening

It's my observation that gardeners and gardening for a very long time have had to take a back seat. Architects are very famous; they've got huge projects. What goes on in and around them has been relegated to a very minor role.

Gardening always has been an art, essentially.

It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.

When a finished work of 20th century sculpture is placed in an 18th century garden, it is absorbed by the ideal representation of the past, thus reinforcing political and social values that are no longer with us.

There's something about beautiful moments in sports that alters our experience of time. And I'd say the same thing about poetry and gardening. Gardening slows me down. I want to stop and observe everything.

Somebody informed me recently that the key to every art, from writing to gardening to sculpture, is creativity. I beg to differ.

Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.

I don't see my artist friends as any more neurotic or addiction-prone than the others. The roommates I have had who were into triathlons or environmentalism were just as crazy as the poets, just as prone to tears over gardening or air conditioners, just as ready to kite a cheque or binge on cookie dough.

I put quite a few trees in last autumn. A lot of silver birch and a couple of native trees - just generally doing gardening, putting plants in and hedges in. It takes quite a lot of time and I love it.

I find I am growing fonder of gardening, listening to music and reading.

I adore gardening and plan to take it up properly when I have a bit more time on my hands. Until then, I love pottering in garden centres. I'm totally low maintenance. I don't ask for fancy plants, just basic, long-lasting shrubs that look nice. But I am particular about flowers.

You have to put your partner and family at the top of the list and there must be downtime - time for gardening, cooking time, book reading time.

Cell culture is a little like gardening. You sit and you look at cells, and then you see something and say, 'You know, that doesn't look right'.

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.

I'm pretty good at gardening. It consumes my time, and it feels like I'm doing something constructive.

I like gardening.

Gardening and my culinary skills keep me busy.

Very early, I thought I would go into music, but I was aware that it would bring a set of obstacles I didn't find particularly attractive. Also, I'm not a great performer! For a while, I thought I would do something in landscape gardening. But it was always fashion for me.

The garden, by design, is concerned with both the interior and the land beyond the garden.

I don't hold that everybody has to love fashion. Some people like gardening.

I just planted the family vegetables yesterday. You name it, I grow it.

I'm huge on spring and summer gardening. I'm really proud of my perennial beds. That's a passion of mine.

I'd love to take up organic vegetable gardening, do anything that involves learning.

I love decorating my home. I'm a gardener too, so that's usually something I have to play catch up with.

All those who run away to ashrams, thinking they are doing something great are just performing daily chores there - cooking, gardening etc. After all, the place has to be run.

My parents were/are straight-edge hippies. Mom roamed around gardening so we would have fresh food, and Dad was on wood-chopping duty to heat our passive solar home that they figured out how to design and build together. I was the kid with green peppers in my lunch, and I liked them!

No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden.

From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

Rock 'n' Roll, no roses or gardening.

One of the least arduous but most productive of gardening jobs, the magic of deadheading never fails to delight me. It was a revelation when the principle was explained to me: that flowers are the attempt by the plant to reproduce itself. So if you cut the heads off before the flower turns into seeds, the plant will continue to flower.

I could happily lean on a gate all the livelong day, chatting to passers-by about the wind and the rain. I do a lot of gate-leaning while I am supposed to be gardening; instead of hoeing, I lean on the gate, stare at the vegetable beds and ponder.

It's true that I have a wide range of interests. I like to write and paint and make music and go walking on my own and garden. In fact, gardening is probably what I enjoy doing more than anything else.

We learn from our gardens to deal with the most urgent question of the time: How much is enough?

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Garden as though you will live forever.

All gardening is landscape painting.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

The more help a person has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.