Flower power

If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.  
Terri Guillemets

How can a flower such as the Geraniums always remind me of my mother?
Simple enough, I grew up surrounded by them,in planters
in flowers beds, around the house, in different arrays of colours too. 
At the time I did not think much of it, they were colourful
but did not strike my fancy. Yet here I am today 
looking at my own planter box remembering my mom and wishing
every time I see them, I’d be living a lot closer.

…Such is the power of a simple flower…


  1. Isabelle, how interesting it is to see every one is connected :-)Karena, Thank you :-)ladyfi, maybe because we are so far from each other :-)Marcie, It was quite surprising for me to discover I felt this way :-)Hilary, my mother was indeed the green thumb in our family ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. Hey, Anyes I feel the same; I've always lived far away from my mom but flowers and gardens have been our connection for many years… Right now, whenever I see peonias, I see my mom. … ๐Ÿ™‚


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