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.
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…