Pic and a Word #147: Organic

Every time I return to this garden that my parents tend in Piran, Slovenia, where their surprising second home has grown, I wonder what we have done to deserve it. 

The Garden of Eden and Druga*

Permaculture, they call it.
It’s been explained as live and let grow,
with a bit of help.

A visitor gave their garden this label
and they were quick to agree,
to recognise it as truth.

I was let grown in exactly the same way.
Permissively, permanently, cultured
in an organic way.

The opposite is inorganic
or maybe a contrabass.
To organ or not to organ.

As it happens, since yesterday
somewhere beneath all these
thriving beautiful organisms

there is a dead
black
scorpio.

Live and let die.

*Wordplay. In Slovenian, “eden” means one man and “druga” means another woman.

But it really is a paradise here. With some paradajzi (=tomatoes) thrown in and other produce. I took these photos in the last couple of days, while the last one was snapped with my phone (!) just as I sat down to write the poem. Welcome to the garden!

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #147: Organic

28 thoughts on “Pic and a Word #147: Organic

    1. Thank you, J.D. 🙂 I feel so too. It’s always this way. Love begets love, or something. 😉 (I’ll tell you here since I can’t tell you on your blog that I’ve been enjoying browsing it and reading your heart-felt posts immensely, and have shared them left and right. You’ve gone through plenty. I wish life finds you well, now and always. And I’ve added your book on my wish-to-read list.)

      Like

    1. Thanks, Dan. Hungry not but I’m very tired right now as well. It was a long eventful day at the garlic and wine holiday and then Piran Princess came down from the church tower on a wire. Gotta love Slovenia! 😀

      Liked by 1 person

        1. It’s the official name of the annual 2-day festival in a little village called Nova vas where they grow the best garlic. And wine is never far away. Will post about it sooner or later.

          Liked by 1 person

  1. Beautiful poem and beautiful photos. I look at my meager garden and sigh. Also, what a wonderful way to be raised, organically. Your parents did well by you. And bestia… he too fits beautifully and organically in the garden.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. It is a sanctuary. I love this garden. I also like the idea that you are each contributing your own part, so that it is a combined effort – a group creation. Somehow it must feel like your family is around you, even when you are alone in the garden. I am sad that you can’t eat raw tomatoes. I will eat the extras for you.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Hihi, Crystal, do it! 😉 Buon appetito! I love the ragu though, and all kinds of red sauces. I used to reject those too, so it’s an improvement. 😉 I love it how you see the garden. Thank you so much!

      Liked by 1 person

  3. That. Is. Beeeeautiful! Love the photos of the garden, especially the way it’s hilly and has paths. Lovely work your parents do there. Thank you for sharing!

    Liked by 1 person

Your first thought here

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.