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A flower's fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile, available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar. Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire.-Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses, 1990, p. 13
Are we, finally, speaking of nature or culture whenwe speak of a rose (nature), that has been bred (culture)so that its blossoms (nature) make men imagine (culture) the sex of women (nature)?It may be this sort of confusion that we need more of.- Michael Pollan, Second Nature, 1991
The Earth Laughs in Flowers
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!I will touch a hundred flowersAnd not pick one.- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Being thus prepared for us in all ways, and made beautiful, and good for food, and for building, and for instruments of our hands, this race of plants, deserving boundless affection and admiration from us, becomes, in proportion to their obtaining it, a nearly perfect test of our being in right temper of mind and way of life; so that no one can be far wrong in either who loves trees enough, and everyone is assuredly wrong in both who does not love them, if his life has brought them in his way.-John Ruskin, 1819-1900, Modern Painters VI
Remember the things I have done for you............. Kill me not...............
There is, I conceive, scarcely any tree that may not be advantageouslyused in the various combinations of form and color.-Gilpin
Why are there trees I never walk under but large andmelodious thoughts descend upon me?- Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.-
William Blake, 1799, The Letters
He that planteth a tree is a servant of God, heprovideth a kindness for many generations, andfaces that he hath not seen shall bless him.-Henry Van Dyke