This year my geraniums are beautiful. For five years, I have been following in the footsteps of my grandma and saving my geraniums from year to year. I pull them out of their pots right before it freezes, knock off the dirt, put them in brown paper bags from the grocery store and then put them in a dark place in the basement to grow dormant.
In the spring, after the threat of frost has passed, I resurrect the plants from their hiding place and plant them in their pots once again with a drink of water and a little fertilizer. In a couple of weeks, the brown stems start producing green leaves and in a few more weeks gorgeous flowers appear. The plants keep up their beauty through the summer and into the early fall. Every time I go through this process, I think of my grandma and know she bequeathed her “green thumb” to me.
For the past couple of days, I’ve taken a hiatus from writing (except for blogging), and have delved into researching my next novel. I also had an itch to paint. I found my inspiration in my own backyard, and I attempted to capture the red geraniums. The one on the left is the painting; the one on the the real thing. Tell me what you think!