Robert

“Once your soil is fertile and weed-free, everything else becomes easier.”
― Charles Dowding, Charles Dowding's Skills for Growing

“It is a lovely strath. The flat river lands widen and narrow, the path goes by and through hazel woods where nuts ripen in harvest weather, discloses sudden meadows where rabbits look and vanish, swerves round and on, but ever holds by the river. The slopes that shut out the strath from the moors are steep and wooded to their summits.

It is not a glen of the mountains, craggy, stupendous, physically impressive. There is nothing here to overwhelm the romantic mind. Its beauty is an inward grace in oneself akin to what is indefinable in the memory of a masterpiece. Beauty, intimate and secretive, has a lingering, lovely mirth; at the core of it, hope and fulfilment meet and tread a measure; while heads turn with glistening eyes to look for any or no excuse to laugh. In some such mood the Creator must have looked upon his handiwork and called it good.”
― Neil M. Gunn, Highland River

“Are we what we do with time, or are we what time does with us?”
― Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence

“I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen,
And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sounds contribute towards me.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass