June would not be June without a great big planter of red geraniums (cranesbills) blooming on the walk in front of the little blue house in the village.
The flowers are a long standing tradition, and every year, I remember their vivid ancestors who graced our threshold in summers past and greeted everyone who came to the door. I remember their shape, their color, their texture, their green and rather peppery fragrance. Perfection in every way, and I thank them.
My tame flowers who also sit upon my front porch, offer a second sensual joy...their fragrances as I pluck the old blooms or leaves away, and bring my fingertips to nose! Ah. Geranium is so different from petunia!
My tame flowers who also sit upon my front porch, offer a second sensual joy...their fragrances as I pluck the old blooms or leaves away, and bring my fingertips to nose! Ah. Geranium is so different from petunia!
ReplyDeleteHappy June! It's my favorite month. :-)
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ReplyDeletemy favorite month also, and love the red bloom.