Sentences with phrase «while dead plant»

Living forests hold water while dead plant tissue are often borne in solution into ground water, streams and rivers to fertilize the oceans shallow littoral zones.

Not exact matches

While startups like Impossible Foods are focused on developing plant - based alternatives to the proteins that give meat its flavor, Future Meat Technologies and Memphis Meats are trying to use animal cells themselves to grow meat, rather than basically harvesting it from dead animals.

It snowed in Baltimore while we were gone, and when I got back, my hot pepper plants were as dead as can be.

While most of the ecological research on decomposition looks at plant litter, DeBruyn and her colleagues argue that the decomposition of carcasses — say, of a dead antelope on the African plain — may also have important implications for nutrient cycling in the larger landscape.

While introgressive hybridization is thought to be common among plants, the finding suggests that hybridization in mammals may not be the evolutionary dead end biologists once commonly thought.

Enriched with a combination of three plant extracts, Lancôme's Énergie De Vie Foam Cleanser is an innovative, micro-foam cleanser that can rid the skin of makeup and pore - clogging impurities, all while exfoliating dry, dead skin cell buildup on skin's surface.

I have a black thumb and refuse to accept that reality, so I'm constantly surrounded by half - dead plants and my husband is rolling his eyes while he figures out how to save them for me.

While Kingsman's London - set pub brawls might not quite share the quality of amiable social comment as say Shaun of the Dead, its tongue is almost always firmly, entertainingly planted in its cheek.

, 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,

Instead, ocean life absorbs CO2 during photosynthesis and, while most of the gas escapes within about a year, some of it is transported down into the deep ocean via dead plants, body parts, faeces, and other sinking materials.

Simply speaking, volcanoes helped form the atmosphere while living organisms have helped shape the atmosphere to their liking in two ways: firstly by warming the planet to a liveable temperature by producing methane and carbon dioxide during the process of decay of dead matter, and secondly by creating oxygen through the process of photosynthesis by our green friends in the plant kingdom.

While Bitcoin and Ethereum are firmly planted in the spotlight, it's all too easy for other currencies of value to get lost in the noise; the list of dead altcoins is piling up faster than a squirrel's acorns in winter.

Invest in some greenery While the dead of winter may not sound like the ideal time to go plant shopping, it might just lift your spirits.