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!
Aw, that's nice.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother bought a rose bush for my Mum when my sister died in 1971 (I was 7mths old at the time). When they eventually moved from their home ( almost 10 years ago now), I thought of that rose bush being left behind. :( Still, whenever I see a rose bush I think of my grandmother (who died when I was 7) and my sister...just like you'll always think of your Ouma Non every time you see a geranium. Precious.
Geraniums are in full bloom in the UK and I am also always reminded of my granny. I just realised the past week what a real lady she was. Geraniums are special to me too!
ReplyDeleteOh gosh, nostalgia! You are talking about my one gran too!
ReplyDeleteI get the same feeling when I see an African Violet...my Ouma and my mother-in-law always had them in their kitchens.
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