Garden

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Il faut cultiver notre jardin.
– Voltaire

There is self to be found
in the planting of seeds,
the art of nurturing,
the glory of growth.

Whether we carefully lay a bed,
or hang our intentions for all to see,
even roadside blooms assert meaning –
that beauty belongs to us all.

(For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: gardens)

13 thoughts on “Garden”

pvcann says:

August 18, 2019 at 10:42 am

So uplifting

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 18, 2019 at 10:56 am
  
  Thanks!
  
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  1. pvcann says:
    
    August 18, 2019 at 9:22 pm
    
    Most welcome VJ
    
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Fleur McMorrow says:

August 10, 2019 at 8:08 pm

Oh my, I love your words! And the photos are practically fragrant 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 10, 2019 at 11:26 pm
  
  so glad!
  
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  1. Fleur McMorrow says:
    
    August 10, 2019 at 11:46 pm
    
    🙂 🙂
    
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Cee Neuner says:

August 10, 2019 at 11:23 am

Beautiful garden photos. 😀 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 10, 2019 at 12:18 pm
  
  Thanks Cee!
  
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sgeoil says:

August 10, 2019 at 10:45 am

So much truth in your words!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 10, 2019 at 12:17 pm
  
  Thanks Heather.
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    August 10, 2019 at 12:20 pm
    
    You are welcome
    
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awisewomansjourney says:

August 10, 2019 at 10:10 am

This is wonderful V.J., thank you! ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  August 10, 2019 at 12:17 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
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