"The sun had some time sunk beyond the boughs of the elms that stood as far as eye could look about the plain, and some time had its last gold faded through the leaves and slipped across the glades to sleep beneath the roots and dream till dawn." -Tolkien
"To potter with green, growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation, I think." -L.M. Montgomery