‘I can’t be sure,’ said Grandad, ‘but it seems They simply set up home inside our dreams.’ ~ Farewell By Anne Bronte Farewell to Thee! But not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of Thee; Within my heart they still shall dwell And they shall cheer and comfort me. Life seems...
"Soil is a resource, a living, breathing entity that, if treated properly, will maintain itself. It's our lifeline for survival. When it has finally been depleted, the human population will disappear. ... Project you imagination into the soil below you next time you go into the garden. ...
and so grand a scheme of things. Not even Death can rob me of that honour. For nothing can alter the fact that I have lived; I have been I, if for ever so short a time. And when I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible—and eternal, so that come what...
They’re dead… For God’s sake stop that gramophone. THE DREAM I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in the starlit silence fall: Sweet songs are full of odours. While I wentLast night in drizzling dusk along ...
"Rocks pray to," said Grandad. "Pebbles and boulders and old weathered hills. They are still and silent, and those are two important ways to pray." - Douglas Wood,Grandad's Prayers of the Earth. "That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ. ...