Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.
St. Petersburg is a wonderful city. You have wonderful parks, birds singing in the trees, manatees in the water, pelicans. So it’s like this little paradise on Earth.
It was really difficult to sing; nobody showed me how to do it. I remember early Screaming Trees shows in the ’80s when I’d walk away with a pounding headache from trying to sing way out of my range.
I always think of the Pacific Northwest as giant trees and rain and clouds and dampness, like the Native American art from that area. That all says Pacific Northwest to me. Salmon. It really only exists on the Western side of the Cascades.
When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
I tell you what, if you live in Spokane, I hope you wake up every day and you’re thankful for the weather, for the trees, for the colors, for the greenery, for cars that stop when you’re running and you go to cross the road and they stop. I love it.
It’s just as easy to buy a $12,000 watch in East Hampton as it is to pick up a carton of milk, and new homeowners are so impatient that they landscape their front lawns with ‘mature gardens’ of full-grown trees.
You either keep the forest standing, which takes jobs away from indigenous people who need to feed themselves, or you cut down the trees, which affects the climate. In the long term, you have to protect the forest.
What the eyes perceive in herbs or stones or trees is not yet a remedy; the eyes see only the dross.
People don’t remember each tree in a park but all of us benefit from the trees. And in a way, artists are like trees in a park.
Jerusalem sits on a hill surrounded by valleys. It is a dry, craggy region but ideal for olive trees, which require minimal irrigation.
I really liked Yale, although it was extremely intimidating. When I visited the campus, I was hiding behind trees, I felt so unworthy.
Street and park trees provide tremendous benefits to cities.
There’s a catharsis in cutting down trees. But there’s absolutely none of that in picking cotton. It’s maddening! It’s fiddly, and it pricks your fingers, and it’s something that’s a very hard skill if you have no alacrity for it.
I found out that there was this project called the ‘Great Green Wall’ where they wanted to plant trees across the Sahara desert, and the idea was born that I wanted to create a support structure for that initiative.
The script was always the most important thing to me and I loved the script. For one thing, I’ve always admired trees. I just worship them. Think what trees have witnessed, what history, such as living through the Civil War, yet they still survive.
The richness and generosity of the human spirit I discovered in those journeys, meeting with olive farmers and people caught up in war was very humbling for me. Also, finding trees that were six or seven thousand years old made me realise what a tiny pea I am in the world.
My mother was born in June and later, feeling a vacancy, chose her birth month for her middle name. Marry to marry, had kids because that’s what was done. Liked crossword puzzles, liked lilac trees, liked baking in the sun, and liked Bing Crosby.
The reader feels as if he is in Chongjin, where starving people ate the bark off trees; or atop Mount Taesong with the elite of Pyongyang, whose existence is a mix of sadism and whimsy; or with the masses who are bombarded day and night with the propaganda of North Korea’s alternate reality.
I grew up barefoot, dirty, climbing trees. It made me appreciate things more.
For centuries, building materials were free. You want to build a house, you cut down some trees. But we haven’t been thinking about the cost to the planet.
Having trees and a track to run on have become more important to me than living near cool restaurants.
There are so many opportunities to see the sun go down in the evening and the sun come up in the morning. The colors change on the trees, on the snow. I’m surrounded by people who are friendly and helpful.
I want those young whipper-snappers to know that in days past we actually used to kill trees and make those things called books.
To such an extent does nature delight and abound in variety that among her trees there is not one plant to be found which is exactly like another; and not only among the plants, but among the boughs, the leaves and the fruits, you will not find one which is exactly similar to another.
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.
The Barks of Trees are best gathered in the Spring, if it be of great Trees, as Oaks or the like, because then they come easiest off, and so you may dry them if you please, but indeed your best way is to gather all Barks only for present use.
If you cut down a forest, it doesn’t matter how many sawmills you have if there are no more trees.
I feel spirituality is not just restricted to God. There are ample manifestations of God on earth as well – in our parents and in the nature – trees, mountains and rivers.
The colour of a British wood in autumn is predominantly yellow. There are relatively few European trees which have red leaves in the autumn. But there are splashes of crimson or rust-red colours from a few indigenous trees, like the rowan, as well as from introduced species, like the North American red oak.
Poisonous frogs feast on insects that don’t even have names. Tropical lizards disappear into the cracks of trees whose branches spread out as wide as their trunks climb high. This is the real Florida, as it was before people, and probably will be after us, too.
Vision connects you. But it also separates you. In my work, and my life, I feel a desire to merge. Not in terms of losing my own identity… but there’s a feeling that life is interconnected, that there’s life in stones and rocks and trees and dirt, like there is in us.
We have lots of fruit trees and vegetables – we live endlessly on courgettes. I certainly wouldn’t approve of a diet of McDonald’s for my children.
If I had my own Neverland it would probably be the coolest place in the world. You could do anything you want there. There would be trees everywhere.
It’s wrong to make a living off the theater. Theater should be supported, like redwood trees. You should make your living – whether you’re a writer or an actor or a director – in movies or commercials. But you do theater out of love.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.
I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.
As we see thousands of public and private Christmas trees and nativity displays around the country, they remind us again of the powerful American value built into our Constitution: our freedom of religion.
I had read an article about a couple who had developed a private forest in Coorg, and were working towards preserving it. I wanted to do something similar and wanted to give something back to the nature from which we have stolen so much. So my cousins and I bought 24 acres of land and we planted trees in that.
Trees are essentially growing chairs. There are lots of primates that sit and sleep in them.
My life growing up was a twisted Bronx version of ‘The Color Purple.’ It had a much different soundtrack and no trees, but that desperation was the same.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Learn from nature. Stuff lives and stuff dies all the time, you know. Animals and birds and flowers. Trees come and go, and we come and go. That’s it. So we should all seize life and make the most of what we have while we can.
If you are in the country, you should notice landmarks – that is, objects which help you to find your way or prevent you getting lost, such as distant hills, church towers, and nearer objects, such as peculiar buildings, trees, gates, rocks, etc.
Sky and clouds and trees and little figures relaxing in the perfect rural rhythm of their surroundings: these are the staples of a Gainsborough landscape.
I’m a self-taught landscape gardener; it’s a real passion of mine. It’s what I do in my spare time because trees don’t ask questions!
I am a veteran of the War on Christmas. I am just emerging from a battlefield strewn with dead trees and torn shreds of brightly colored wrapping paper.
I have a lot of fruit trees and my own little vegetable garden and chickens. And every time I eat, I bless my food; I say I’m grateful for for it and let it nourish every part of my body.
I have no neighbours other than animals and Joshua Trees.
Chaga is one of the weirdest mushrooms you may ever see. A fungal parasite found on birch trees, Chaga is a hardened, blackened, crusty formation that looks like a bursting tumor.
