Not everyone takes action to harvest the experiences of the seasons of life in order to enjoy their bounty.

What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action.

Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.

There is nothing wrong with the harvest.

A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.

I know how to set an irrigation tube, and I helped with the harvest. I learned the law of the harvest without even knowing I was learning it. On the farm, you learn early that you reap what you sow.

The ripen fruit is for a sacred season.

It is not only the viability and variety of the seed that makes the harvest look plumpy. Sometimes, the soil must value the value of the seed. When the soil is not supportive, the seed's value becomes a waste!

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.