july wonder
as gentle rain slacks the thirst
of our faltering ash tree,
so does your touch bring joy to my heart.
this morning I watch from the kitchen window
as you nurture your garden.
wind chimes laugh. life abounds.
Posted for dVerse Poetics where we are celebrating our 4th Anniversary. My words: gentle, tree, joy, nurture, laugh, life. Please join us! The doors open at 12:00 PM EDT.
Photo: V. Slotto
The gardener with last years tomatoes and Sparky.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
You have painted such a lovely and vibrant picture with your words 🙂
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This does give me a lovely sense of you and your life. 🙂
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Lovely, dear Victoria.
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So many ways to nurture, aren’t there? You really remind me of that… ❤
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Nice! This challenge was a little beyond me. But your poem is just lovely.
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Wow…on your sweet poem and David’s tomatoes!!
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He starts them from seed while we are in the desert, in March!
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This is perfect! So simple yet so profound. A great commentary on who you are and what’s important to you. Peace, Linda
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Oh my, Victoria, this is SO lovely!
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Love those words, too…how better can it get?
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Ah.. my BACKYARD too is like a UniVERSE
unto itself.. songs of birds and squirrels and
misty JULY RAINS bring brighter hues of
green and FLOWER to eyes of
light who love the PETALS
of Freedom in sands
swirling ways of
feet in feat of
dance..:)
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Love. Love.Love.
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When we look at someone doing what they love most, we are able to see and love who they really are. It’s when we try to force them to be other things that we miss out on the greatest possibilities, the deepest and most nurturing relationships.
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Wise observations. Thank you.
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So beautiful. What a lovely life you must live. 🙂
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Like most lives, it is lovely…that’s what I chose to focus on!! I don’t know that we recognize beauty without having experienced the other side.
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There’s a gardener in my life too. Your words are wonderful as is your poem.
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So beautiful 🙂
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Ah, Victoria, that is exactly how I would have imagined you: nurturing and gentle, such a loving and generous poem, expressing such love and concern!
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Merci bien!
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This is such a lovely poem.. I too enjoy gardening 🙂
Beautifully penned!
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Behemoth maters, Vic, what do you feed them, bat guano? You got with it, nailing the six words in just 6 lines; nice feel to this fecund particle of your projection & nurture.
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He starts them inside from seed in March while we are in warmer climes…it’s all quite a procedure. Lots of attention.
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Such grace here Victoria! Lovely!
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Gardens have so much meaning… we nurture seeds, in the end, they nurture us. A beautiful scene
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those are the green-thumbest of all tomatoes I have seen – love is in the small moments isn’t it.
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Life abounds with love and hope specially in the garden ~ Love the gentleness of your words Victoria ~
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Touch is important to me too. It was one of my words. Pretty cool we got to see your environment as well – the wind chimes, the garden, life surrounding you.
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what a lovely capture of a beautiful moment victoria – can clearly feel your love for him – and dang – those tomatoes are HUGE
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Wishing you rain and joy and David out gardening this year, too!
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