Sunday, 25 September 2011
A very special flower
She used to make new cuttings each year on her porch, and each year the porch was a flowerbed of red or pink geraniums. (Maybe there was a little bit of white as well?) Those cuttings made it to my father's garden, and when we moved into our place, we also got a fresh cutting...
I am not as good with starting anew each year with new cuttings, and then we don't get the full beauty of the geraniums...
But Hubby had to take out a patch of garden, and I especially asked that he keep the geraniums.
This year we have a little bit of red in a pot. A little bit that reminds me a lot of my grandmother!
I wish she could have known my daughters, and I wish they could have known her!
She was such a great lady who stayed in touch with the world, and I remember fondly of how we could talk to her about anything!
I sure miss you, Ouma Non! Thanks for the geraniums!