The removal of grass from the orchard as hay is poor practice and should be discouraged.
"Apple Growing" by M. C. Burritt
MR. McKAY: It is very bad on weeds and grass in our orchards.
"Northern Nut Growers Association Report of the Proceedings at the Forty-Second Annual Meeting" by Northern Nut Growers Association
The train passed from Grasse through olive groves and fig orchards and over two viaducts.
"Riviera Towns" by Herbert Adams Gibbons
At the end of the lane was an orchard and here he found the cow, contentedly eating the fresh grass.
"From Farm to Fortune" by Horatio Alger Jr.
Properly managed, however, it is a tolerably good grass, though not to be compared to Timothy, or orchard grass.
"Cattle and Their Diseases" by Robert Jennings
The shadows on the orchard grass were like lace-work.
"Sally of Missouri" by R. E. Young
Beyond them, old Abe Stewart was mowing the grass in the orchard with a scythe and casting uneasy glances at the pair.
"Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1904" by Lucy Maud Montgomery
The tallest grass yet to be seen is in a little orchard on the right-hand side of the Long Ditton road.
"The Toilers of the Field" by Richard Jefferies
The orchard path was bordered with soft grass, vividly green.
"'Lizbeth of the Dale" by Marian Keith
Orchards should be cultivated every alternate three successive years, and the rest of the time be kept in grass.
"Soil Culture" by J. H. Walden
O lad and lass
And briered lane, and daisied grass!
O gleam and gloom,
And woodland bloom,
And breezy breaths of all perfume!--
"Blooms Of May" by James Whitcomb Riley
I chanced upon an early walk to spy
A troop of children through an orchard gate:
The boughs hung low, the grass was high;
They had but to lift hands or wait
For fruits to fill them; fruits were all their sky.
"The Orchard And The Heath" by George Meredith
Mirage! Such dreams as come with sleep!
And he is innocent and small,
Running through orchard grasses deep
To his dead mother's tender call;
Before he broke her heart and bowed
His father's comely head and proud.
"Unfit" by Katharine Tynan
Let the eyes of fancy turn
Where the tumbled pippins burn
Like embers in the orchard's lap of tangled grass and fern,--
There let the old path wind
In and out and on behind
The cider-press that chuckles as we grind.
"A Song Of Long Ago" by James Whitcomb Riley
Mike Greenlar / Post Standard file photo Orchard technician Terry Spicer of Beak & Skiff Apple Farm mows grass along Route 20 in this photo from early June.
To the west of Interstate 5, parched golden grass covers desolate hills, broken only by newly planted cherry orchards.
Friday night, Barack Obama supporters in the city held their first meet-up at a Gallary Bar on Orchard Street, a sign of the grass roots traction he's having in Hillary's back yard.
4X5 ROLLED BALES of Alfalfa & Orchard grass.