Shrubs Quotes

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i-have-green-thumb-i-really-like-to-get-into-shrubs-bushes-really-cultivate
when-you-get-frosts-coming-it-turns-all-lovely-bilberry-shrubs-kev-reynolds
and-the-water-was-spent-in-the-bottle-and-she-cast-the-child-under-one-of-the-shrubs
in-my-cosmology-indigenous-wild-deer-are-more-important-than-exotic-ornamental-shrubs
my-own-preference-is-for-mixed-beds-where-there-are-groups-larger-shrubs-on-corners-elsewhere-to-give-shape-to-views-to-create-surprises-graham-stuart-thomas
im-big-fan-winter-flowering-shrubs-bulbs-you-have-smell-you-have-color-its-really-like-present-from-god-when-something-like-that-is-in-flower-in-middle-snow
in-wilderness-life-happiness-is-looking-for-you-in-jungles-dreams-desires-in-beauty-shrubs-flowers-in-span-sadness-kindness-in-deepness-hearts-minds-debasish-mridha
but-they-turned-away-we-unleashed-against-them-flood-dam-we-substituted-their-two-gardens-with-two-gardens-bitter-fruits-thorny-shrubs-meager-harvest-saba-16
my-preoccupation-is-with-relationship-between-objects-whether-i-am-dealing-with-woods-fields-water-rocks-trees-shrubs-plants-groups-plants-russell-page
the-nature-placewhether-high-low-moist-dry-whether-sloping-north-south-bearing-tall-trees-low-shrubsgenerally-gives-hint-as-to-its-inhabitants-john-james-audubon
we-have-pretty-dutch-gardens-called-in-america-but-their-chief-claim-to-being-dutch-is-that-they-are-set-with-bulbs-have-delft-other-earthen-pots-boxes-for-formal-plants-shrubs
As I became older, I was given many masks to wear. I could be a laborer laying railroad tracks across the continent, with long hair in a queue to be pulled by pranksters; a gardener trimming the shrubs while secretly planting a bomb; a saboteur before the day of infamy at Pearl Harbor, signaling the Imperial Fleet; a kamikaze pilot donning his headband somberly, screaming 'Banzai' on my way to my death; a peasant with a broad-brimmed straw hat in a rice paddy on the other side of the world, stooped over to toil in the water; an obedient servant in the parlor, a houseboy too dignified for my own good; a washerman in the basement laundry, removing stains using an ancient secret; a tyrant intent on imposing my despotism on the democratic world, opposed by the free and the brave; a party cadre alongside many others, all of us clad in coordinated Mao jackets; a sniper camouflaged in the trees of the jungle, training my gunsights on G.I. Joe; a child running with a body burning from napalm, captured in an unforgettable photo; an enemy shot in the head or slaughtered by the villageful; one of the grooms in a mass wedding of couples, having met my mate the day before through our cult leader; an orphan in the last airlift out of a collapsed capital, ready to be adopted into the good life; a black belt martial artist breaking cinderblocks with his head, in an advertisement for Ginsu brand knives with the slogan 'but wait-there's more' as the commercial segued to show another free gift; a chef serving up dog stew, a trick on the unsuspecting diner; a bad driver swerving into the next lane, exactly as could be expected; a horny exchange student here for a year, eager to date the blonde cheerleader; a tourist visiting, clicking away with his camera, posing my family in front of the monuments and statues; a ping pong champion, wearing white tube socks pulled up too high and batting the ball with a wicked spin; a violin prodigy impressing the audience at Carnegie Hall, before taking a polite bow; a teen computer scientist, ready to make millions on an initial public offering before the company stock crashes; a gangster in sunglasses and a tight suit, embroiled in a turf war with the Sicilian mob; an urban greengrocer selling lunch by the pound, rudely returning change over the counter to the black patrons; a businessman with a briefcase of cash bribing a congressman, a corrupting influence on the electoral process; a salaryman on my way to work, crammed into the commuter train and loyal to the company; a shady doctor, trained in a foreign tradition with anatomical diagrams of the human body mapping the flow of life energy through a multitude of colored points; a calculus graduate student with thick glasses and a bad haircut, serving as a teaching assistant with an incomprehensible accent, scribbling on the chalkboard; an automobile enthusiast who customizes an imported car with a supercharged engine and Japanese decals in the rear window, cruising the boulevard looking for a drag race; a illegal alien crowded into the cargo hold of a smuggler's ship, defying death only to crowd into a New York City tenement and work as a slave in a sweatshop. My mother and my girl cousins were Madame Butterfly from the mail order bride catalog, dying in their service to the masculinity of the West, and the dragon lady in a kimono, taking vengeance for her sisters. They became the television newscaster, look-alikes with their flawlessly permed hair. Through these indelible images, I grew up. But when I looked in the mirror, I could not believe my own reflection because it was not like what I saw around me. Over the years, the world opened up. It has become a dizzying kaleidoscope of cultural fragments, arranged and rearranged without plan or order.

Frank H. Wu
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