My grandmother always grew geraniums on
her front porch in rectangular concrete planters.
As a kid, I always thought they had the funniest
smell, but I loved the way they looked. And they
defined "summer" for me. I stayed with her
some in the summers, and those flowers were
always blooming. Red, red only..that's the only
ones she planted. I saw these geraniums while
I was painting at the garden tour this past spring.
It will be part of my "Flower Power" collection.
(I am staying focused on licensing stuff..!)
Thanks for the encouragement from a few of you!
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