Archive for the ‘Charles Dudley Warner’ Category

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

Thursday, August 6th, 2009
black eyed susan and black dirt

Fondness for the ground comes back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business, eaten dirt, and sown wild-oats, drifted about the world, and taken the wind of all its moods. The love of digging in the ground (or of looking on while he pays another to dig…

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What small potatoes we all are, compared with what we might be!

Saturday, July 25th, 2009
potatoes

I have been digging my potatoes, if anybody cares to know it. I planted them in what are called “Early Rose,”—the rows a little less than three feet apart; but the vines came to an early close in the drought. Digging potatoes is a pleasant, soothing occupation, but not poetical. It is good for the…

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A sunset is commonly looked on as a cheap entertainment, but it is really one of the most expensive.

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009
sunset clouds

I should add also a good dinner, well cooked and digestible; and the cost of a fair education, extended, perhaps, through generations in which sensibility and love of beauty grew. What I mean is, that if a man is hungry and naked, and half a savage, or with the love of beauty undeveloped in him, a sunset is thrown away on him: so that…

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However small it is on the surface, it is four thousand miles deep

Monday, June 15th, 2009
chive flower

There is a great pleasure in working in the soil, apart from the ownership of it. The man who has planted a garden feels that he has done something for the good of the World. He belongs to the producers. It is a pleasure to eat of the fruit of one’s toil, if it be nothing more than…

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Lettuce is like conversation: it must be fresh and crisp, so sparkling that you scarcely notice the bitter in it.

Monday, June 8th, 2009
lettuces

Lettuce, like most talkers, is, however, apt to run rapidly to seed. Blessed is that sort which comes to a head, and so remains, like a few people I know; growing more solid and satisfactory and tender at the same time, and whiter at the center, and crisp in their maturity. Lettuce, like conversation…

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Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations.

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
red flower

Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it. All literature is fragrant with it, in a gentlemanly way. At the foot of the charming olive-covered hills of Tivoli, Horace (not he of Chappaqua) had a sunny farm: it was in sight of…

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There is no such thing as absolute value in this world. You can only estimate what a thing is worth to you.

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009
beets fresh from the earth

You can only estimate what a thing is worth to you. Does gardening in a city pay? You might as well ask if it pays to keep hens, or a trotting-horse, or to wear a gold ring, or to keep your lawn cut, or your hair cut. It is as you like it. In a certain sense, it is a sort of profanation to consider if my garden pays…

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