Laurie Halse Anderson Quotes

You must prune dead or dying wood.

Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye 're sleeping.

Gardening is learning, learning, learning. That's the fun of them. You're always learning.

I have a tree man coming to trim the jacaranda in my front garden.

I have about 1,700 species of trees, almost everything that can grow in our climate.

The trees which are pruned, watered and nurtured by caring hands bear the greatest fruits; it is the same with people.

Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants at tree, is more than all.

Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.

Consider the rose...The rose is the sweetest smelling flower of all, and it's the most beautiful because it's the most simple, right? But sometimes, you got to clip the rose. You got to cut the rose back, so something sweeter smelling and stronger, and even more beautiful, will grow in its place

Planting a flower's like opening a book, because either way you're starting something. And your garden's your library.

Our finest flowers are often weeds transplanted.

Once the rains abated, my father's garden thrived in the heat like an unleashed temper.

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.

Patience stoutly resists pulling up the daisies to see how the roots are doing!

I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

Pick the weeds and keep the flowers.

All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the blue-nosed misery.

The more one gardens, the more one learns; And the more one learns, the more one realizes how little one knows.

Wherever you have a plot of land, however small, plant a garden. Staying close to the soil is good for the soul.

...prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.

I had never 'taken a cutting' before ... Do you realize that the whole thing is miraculous? It is exactly as though you were to cut off your wife's leg, stick it in the lawn, and be greeted on the following day by an entirely new woman, sprung from the leg, advancing across the lawn to meet you.

Each year the big garden grew smaller and Jane - who grew flowers by choice, not corn or stringbeans - worked at the vegetables more than I did. Each winter I dreamed crops, dreamed marvels of canning . . . and each summer I largely failed. Shamefaced, I planted no garden at all.

I see my trees repair their boughs.

I imbue this place with my essence, every stone and every drop. My visit will do wonders for the flowers." Aly propped her chin on her hand. "So does manure," she observed.

To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.