My feeling was, you plant some seeds. If they grow, great; if they don't, you don't take it personally. Not my problem; I just kept planting. Just like a farmer.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
No fruit on earth can rival the cemetery's crop
Natural history is a matter of observation; it is a harvest which you gather when and where you find it growing. Birds and squirrels and flowers are not always in season, but philosophy we have always with us. It is a crop which we can grow and reap at all times and in all places and it has its own value and brings its own satisfaction.
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.
When I drive through a field, I want to see green grass sometimes, and I don't want to see black and white.
This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.
Feel the wrath of wheat!
The beet must be uprooted.
The people always know that some of the grain will be good, some of the crop will be saved, some will return and bear the strength of the kernel, that from the bloodiest year some survive to outfox the frost.
Only a new seed will yield a new crop.
Not only does the summer bring warm weather and tons of summer activities, but it also yields a fresh crop of increasingly useful avocados!
