Such Roots as are soft, your best way is to dry in the Sun, or else hang them up in the Chimney corner upon a string; as for such as are hard you may dry them any where.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My roots are in Paris, and I will not pull them up.
The Barks of Trees are best gathered in the Spring, if it be of great Trees, as Oaks or the like, because then they come easiest off, and so you may dry them if you please, but indeed your best way is to gather all Barks only for present use.
This may be done by grafting, by confining the roots, withholding water, bending the branches, or in a hundred other ways which all proceed upon the same principle.
It's funny; as I get older I'm reverting to my roots - I want to plant stuff.
When solving problems, dig at the roots instead of just hacking at the leaves.
My roots are African. The birds I remember, the fruits I ate, the trees I climbed, they're African.
I don't have dry seasons, because I don't allow them.
I collect old rusty hand tools and sharpen and polish them, then use them to build things out of walnut and cherry that I harvest from fallen trees in the woods.
Dive on them and squash them if you must.
Now I'm an old Christmas tree, the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions.