It’s the third of March, 2011. The temps climbed to well above freezing today and the snow continues to melt. My spring fever symptoms continue to progress.
I continue to experiment with this blog thing, and today was just hoping for some color to liven this page, rather than ice and snow and dark moons. So I came to these geraniums in my photo gallery. Long ago, there were a few people who somehow got me addicted to nature’s colors. Hannah, my paternal grandmother [whom I will likely honor with more typing time in the future]. Paul & Margaret, neighbors and mentors and family friends. Audrey, my sixth grade teacher, and together with her husband Vic, my landlords while I farmed for half a decade in southwest Iowa.
I began growing geraniums seasonally when I first left home and got my own house in town. I don’t think I have ever really stopped it, except for a few years in college and/or after the accident. Now, however, I store them over the winter in a dark place under the basement stairs, and then bring them out about this time of year and coax them back into a state of vibrance. Is an almost-Lazaras sort of thing. They appear convincingly dead, yet fight their way back to life with a bit of care.
As they do, I am reminded of these precious people in my life, Paul & Margaret, Audrey, and Hannah…with a beauty of their own that adds color to my life.
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