If you are wondering why my passion flower looks so gloriously weird, just remember that “Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.” – Zora Neale Hurston [and Moi]Whenevery citywails and wails,my urban garden chants
comfort.Hope,my sweetlove, is brightskies celebrating all
life.In nature,all shapes and colors
grow when loved.for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #29: Never Lose that Sense of Hope)
Saturday, July 18, 2020
Urban Gardening Chants
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These are gorgeous!!! ~Poems and pics. Love, love, love.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Deletex3 😁
DeleteSuch a great spot of peace to have in the city...
ReplyDeleteThat it is.
DeleteIf you love your garden it will love you back.
ReplyDeleteExactly!
DeleteI think all living beings grow when loved. And I think your passion flower is lavish and splendid!
ReplyDeleteAgree. And yes, my passion flower is a huge diva.
DeleteOh my goodness...now I know why my garden is such creative chaos CWS :D XXX
ReplyDeleteYour garden is the best!
DeleteBeautiful. Such a calming post. Full of hope and beauty. I am so glad I visited here today
ReplyDeleteI am glad you visited, too.
DeleteLoving these "zen" plants. We could do with a bit of calm these days!
ReplyDeleteWe certainly could.
DeleteI really enjoyed this Love how the garden chants comfort and yes plants do grow better when loved. I talk to them lol
ReplyDeleteYou and me both! They are the best listeners, aren't they?
DeleteI love your urban gardening chants, Magaly, and the photos of your healthy plants with their gorgeous colours and lush green leaves!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim!
DeleteLove these especially; "Hope, my sweet love, is bright skies celebrating all life." Yes! 💝
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa!
DeleteDefinitely, Love is the answer
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday. Be safe
much💙💚💛💜love
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteIt would be hard for me to get by in these times without those small comforts too. LOL, thankfully the plants I share my space with don't require a master's green thumb. My little delights come in all shapes and colors. Now if you'll excuse me I need to sip some deep dark tea before kissing my sweet cream darling. :D
ReplyDeleteSip-sip!
Deletepeople grow beautifully when loved. thanks for that. it's sooo true. love your pix.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteThese are lovely❣️❣️Growing things does give us hope for the future. The harvest comforts us🙏
ReplyDeleteI absolutely agree.
DeleteMay your garden continue to thrive and be the envy of all the neighbors!
ReplyDeleteSo mote it be, lol!
DeleteThese are wonderful to read and see. I enjoyed the contrast between wails and chants in the first poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jenna. So glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteWe must take our beauty where we find it, and rejoice!
ReplyDeleteRight on!
DeleteI love your urban garden, Magaly ... and I always appreciate your positive attitude. A visit here is always uplifting!
ReplyDeleteYay! for uplifting.
DeleteBeauty and Peace grows with care, love and devotion. May your garden grow!
ReplyDeleteRight back at you, Joel!
DeleteGlorious. :) Love the way every flower is stretching and glowing...just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteLove these...Little spots of color and joy I needed today!
ReplyDelete"spots of color and joy". I love that!
DeleteDear Gloriously Weird (your words not mine lol) Your garden grows lovely. Really, it does. May I see the color of your thumb, please?
ReplyDelete*waves thumbs in front of the screen* Did you see that?!
DeleteA poem and photo delight!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sarah.
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