#grass

You can't slow the game here. It's grass, it's always going to be fast. ↗

— Goran Ivanisevic

#fast #game #going #grass #here

If grass were legalized, it would help our drug problem enormously. ↗

— Ken Kesey

#grass #help #legalized #our #problem

I used to listen to country and western and blues, John Lee Hooker, spirituals, the Bluegrass Boys, and Eddie Arnold. There was a radio station that come on everyday with country, spirituals, and the blues. ↗

— Otis Rush

#bluegrass #blues #come #country #eddie

Both the human immune system and the plant immune system are fundamentally interdependent on the quality and fertility of the soil. Our immune system, and even our physical structure, are a reflection of the foods we have eaten from either toxic and nutrient depleted soils, or wonderfully fertile soils. ↗

— Eryn Paige

#nutrition #sea-agriculture #sea-salt-fertilization #soil #wellness

The Bible tells us that God will meet all our needs. He feeds the birds of the air and clothes the grass with the splendor of lilies. How much more, then, will He care for us, who are made in His image? Our only concern is to obey the heavenly Father and leave the consequences to Him. ↗

— Charles Stanley

#bible #birds #care #clothes #concern

May you live to see the green grass growing over your grave. ↗

— Frank Richard Stockton

#grave #green #growing #live #may

Song of myself A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#life #poetry #soul #design

I situate myself, and seat myself, And where you recline I shall recline, For every armchair belonging to you as good as belongs to me. I loaf and curl up my tail I yawn and loaf at my ease after rolling in the catnip patch." (From Meow of Myself, from LEAVES OF CATNIP) ↗

— Henry N. Beard

#humor #leaves-of-grass #song-of-myself #walt-whitman #humor

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#comes #curtains #dawn #grass #hidden

When they would return to one another from their solitariness, they returned gently as dew comes to the morning grass. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#grass #love #love