Moon Unit Zappa Quotes

My dad was a tree surgeon. When I was younger, he was working away five days a week for weeks on end, just trying to get as much money.

A little kid asks my dad why that man is chopping down the tree. Dad: He's not chopping it down. He's saving it. Those branches were long dead from disease. All plants are like that. By cutting off the damage you make it possible for the tree to grow again. You watch - by the end of summer, this tree will be the strongest on the block.

You must prune dead or dying wood.

I have a green thumb. I really like to get into the shrubs, the bushes, and really cultivate.

I just like to sit and admire my garden; it's so well kept by my gardener and my girlfriend.

I long for my garden to be complete. Working in it is one of my joys, but it will never be finished because it's forever changing with the seasons.

I grew up at my grandmother's house, and she had a beautiful garden. I used to hate mowing the lawn and weeding, which is what you do when you're a kid. I loathe gardening, but I love gardens, and I have two beautiful gardens.

I love planting. I love digging holes, putting plants in, tapping them in. And I love weeding, but I don't like tidying up the garden afterwards.

I'm not a gardener. I don't have the consistency for gardening, and I have barely enough for an orchard. I don't embarrass myself. You have to be there tending and weeding. With orchards, you can go through negligent periods and recover.

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

I walk out to my backyard garden at certain times of the year, and I can't get 30 feet without stopping for 20 minutes because the goumis need trimming.

Our tree was so puny we used orthopedic bulbs.

A tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease, even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificence.

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

Just like New Yorkers themselves, the trees in New York [city] work harder than any others in the world.

Anybody can dig a hole and plant a tree. But make sure it survives. You have to nurture it, you have to water it, you have to keep at it until it becomes rooted so it can take care or itself. There are so many enemies of trees.

There was a willow hanging over the mill-pool and I learned to climb it. It belonged to a butcher on the Stratford Road, I think. One day they cut it down. They didn't do anything with it: the log just lay there. I never forgot that.

The charges of building and making of gardens are unknowne.

To plant and maintain a flower border, with a good scheme for colour, is by no means the easy thing that is commonly supposed.

A garden is an awful responsibility. You never know what you may be aiding to grow in it.

Tools of many kinds and well chosen, are one of the joys of a garden.

The trouble with gardening is that is does not remain an avocation. It becomes an obsession.

I have a strong antipathy to everything connected with gardens, gardening and gardeners. . . . Gardening seems to me a kind of admission of defeat. . . . Man was made for better things than pruning his rose trees. The state of mind of the confirmed gardener seems to me as reprehensible as that of the confirmed alcoholic. Both have capitulated to the world. Both have become lotus eaters and drifters.