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“I've never written a quote I feel would be suitable for my gravestone. Wouldn't it be ironic if it were this one? Oh, and could you pull a few weeds while you're here?”
― Ryan Lilly, Write like no one is reading

“The average lawn is an interesting beast: people plant it, then douse it with artificial fertilizers and dangerous pesticides to make it grow and to keep it uniform-all so that they can hack and mow what they encouraged to grow. And woe to the small yellow flower that rears its head!”
― Michael Braungart, Cradle to Cradle: Remaking the Way We Make Things

“The more serious about gardening I became, the more dubious lawns seemed. The problem for me was not, as it was for my father, the relation to my neighbors that a lawn implied; it was the lawn鈥檚 relationship to nature. For however democratic a lawn may be with respect to one鈥檚 neighbors, with respect to nature it is authoritarian. Under the mower鈥檚 brutal indiscriminate rotor, the landscape is subdued, homogenized, dominated utterly. I became convinced that lawn care had about as much to do with gardening as floor waxing, or road paving. Gardening was a subtle process of give and take with the landscape, a search for some middle ground between culture and nature. A lawn was nature under culture鈥檚 boot.

Mowing the lawn, I felt like I was battling the earth rather than working it; each week it sent forth a green army and each week I beat it back with my infernal machine. Unlike every other plant in my garden, the grasses were anonymous, massified, deprived of any change or development whatsoever, not to mention any semblance of self-determination. I ruled a totalitarian landscape.

Hot monotonous hours behind the mower gave rise to existential speculations. I spent part of one afternoon trying to decide who, in the absurdist drama of lawn mowing, was Sisyphus. Me? A case could certainly be made. Or was it the grass, pushing up through the soil every week, one layer of cells at a time, only to be cut down and then, perversely, encouraged (with fertilizer, lime, etc.) to start the whole doomed process over again? Another day it occurred to me that time as we know it doesn鈥檛 exist in the lawn, since grass never dies or is allowed to flower and set seed. Lawns are nature purged of sex and death. No wonder Americans like them so much.”
― Michael Pollan, Second Nature: A Gardener's Education

“Nev铆m ani pro膷, ale tato st艡铆zliv谩 Anglie mi p艡ipad谩 nejpoh谩dkov臎j拧铆 a nejromanti膷t臎j拧铆 ze v拧ech zem铆, kter茅 jsem vid臎l. Snad je to pro ty star茅 stromy. Nebo ne: to asi d臎laj铆 tr谩vn铆ky. To d臎l谩 to, 啪e se tady chod铆 po luk谩ch m铆sto po cesti膷k谩ch. My ostatn铆 si trouf谩me chodit jen po cest谩ch a p臎拧in谩ch; to m谩 jist臎 ohromn媒 vliv na n谩拧 du拧evn铆 啪ivot. Kdy啪 jsem vid臎l prvn铆ho gentlemana brouzdat se po tr谩vn铆ku v Hampton Parku, myslil jsem, 啪e je to poh谩dkov媒 tvor, a膷koli m臎l cylindr; 膷ekal jsem, 啪e pojede do Kingstonu na jelenu nebo 啪e za膷ne tan膷it, nebo 啪e na n臎j p艡ijde zahradn铆k a stra拧n臎 mu vynad谩. Nestalo se nic, a kone膷n臎 i j谩 jsem se odv谩啪il pustit se rovnou p艡es louku k onomu dubu k艡emel谩ku, kter媒 stoj铆 na za膷谩tku tohoto listu na kr谩sn茅m palouku. Nestalo se nic d谩l; ale nikdy jsem nem臎l pocit tak neomezen茅 svobody jako v tomto okam啪iku. Je to velmi zvl谩拧tn铆: tady patrn臎 膷lov臎k neplat铆 za 拧kodn茅 zv铆艡e. Tady nen铆 o n臎m ponur茅 m铆n臎n铆, 啪e pod jeho kopyty tr谩va neroste. Tady m谩 pr谩vo j铆t po louce, jako by byl rusalka nebo velkostatk谩艡. Mysl铆m, 啪e to m谩 zna膷n媒 vliv na jeho povahu a sv臎tov媒 n谩zor. Otv铆r谩 to z谩zra膷nou mo啪nost j铆t jinudy ne啪 cestou a p艡itom sebe sama nepova啪ovat za 拧kodnou, ro拧钮谩ka nebo anarchistu.”
― Karel 膶apek, Letters from England

“What was it about white men that caused them to plant grass in places where grass couldn鈥檛 possibly grow without them fiddling with it all the time?”
― Tony Hillerman, Skinwalkers