Geraniums are on my list of favorite flowers, and they're also on my rather short list of flowers I can name by their real name! The red ones are my favorite, although the pinks and the whites are pretty, too. I love the spicy scent they emit.
My Grandma Susie always had geranuiums in stone flower boxes on her front porch. She watered and cared for them and they always looked fresh and friendly and inviting.
Geraniums also remind me of Maria Williams. Maria was a special woman; a member of St. John's Episcopal Church in Bainbridge. A retired teacher, a talented doll maker (that's a subject for another blog), one of Catherine's Godmothers, and a blessing to all who knew her. Whenever we were out of town, Maria went by our house daily to take care of the cats (she spoiled them rotten!), collected our mail, and checked to make sure all was well at the house. When we arrived home, there was always a fresh container of milk and some kind of fruit in the refrigerator as a "welcome home". We had a lovely front porch that Maria decided needed flowers. We arrived home after a trip to find flower boxes full of red geraniums on the porch. They were beautiful! Unfortunately, I have a black thumb when it comes to plants. If I water them, they die. If I don't water them they die. If I look at them too hard, they die. Sad. Maria was a trooper, though. Every time we went out of town, we returned to find the dead geraniums gone and new, live ones planted in their place. Eventually she gave up, realizing that I was hopeless when it came to plants.
Beautiful plants, beautiful flowers, beautiful women, beautiful memories.
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