I enjoy the cleaning up - something about the getting of things in order for winter - making the garden secure - a battening down of hatches perhaps . . . It just feels right.
I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul, to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience, for novelty or for nostalgia, but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.
I often acquire plants under circumstances that require me to figure out exactly what it is that I've dragged home.
I have lots of grouchy plants though.
The Internet is super for the theoretical/dreaming/communicating of ideas side of this wonderful pastime, but gardening is a verb, and getting dirt under the old fingernails can't be done by computer. I don't see that it could ever change real gardening.
I've always felt that you can't do much wrong in a garden providing you enjoy it.
It's cool to watch them take the hook, ... They throw up quite a spray. Sometimes they do somersaults over it. They're crazy little fish.
This just doesn't make sense, ... I hope it forces them to look at this stuff in the right way.
His conscience got the better of him. He's feeling that the family next door needed closure. He feels that another person might have been unjustly prosecuted.
another person might have been unjustly prosecuted, and for other reasons which I can't explain at this time, but will become evident in the course of time, it was his firm instructions to me that he wished to get this matter over with.