Sentences with phrase «everything planted here»

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Here you'll find simple, delicious and healthy, plant - based recipes and everything you need to eat, live and thrive.

Good for the plants — everything is so green and lush here — just gorgeous.

No varsity teams are permitted to work out here where students and their dates, as well as faculty families, participate in everything from square dancing to roller skating — some 41,000 of them during the first semester after the plant opened.

The Baby Safe World Essentials Gift Set, shown here, includes everything from shampoo to lotion to dish soap and more, all made with plant - based, baby - safe ingredients — so your baby can go forth and grow boldly.

Thankfully, now the plant based trend is really taking off and here to stay, most supermarkets, shops, and restaurants (even fast food chains) are stocking everything plant based eaters could wish for.

I tend to get a little crazy and plant a little bit of everything, but I always plant the veggie «basics» that are popular to grow around here, including tomatoes, squash, peppers (hot and bell), carrots, cucumbers and salad greens.

Here is a summary of some of the ingredients found in products in the soothing category, which often provide relief from some of these afflictions: Aloe vera — The extract from this succulent plant is used for everything from lotion and makeup to consumable items, such as beverages and desserts.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

The Forest Service (Department of Agriculture) still tends to bulldoze an area flat, pile up everything that will burn, burn it, and plant Ponderosa Pine out here.

I know some here will decry that I am not talking about the issues because I do not try to obsfuscate with a discussion of the spot market price of coal vs long - term contracts, or use of coal in locations other than Kansas, or Al Gore's footprint, but the issue of Global Warming IS politics (non-ratification of Kyoto and negative flag - waving ads about politicians who oppose coal), it IS public relations («Clean Coal», cleanest coal - fired plants, surface mining and mountain - top reoval rather than strip mining, etc.), and it IS about misrepresentation (Peobody framing the debate as coal vs NG when it is really coal vs every other energy source), and it IS about greed (the coal industry doing everything it can to scuttle every other energy alternative).

Here you'll find simple, delicious and healthy, plant - based recipes and everything you need to eat, live and thrive.