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…
I love this post Anyes…and geraniums! You have a lovely site.
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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 ๐
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Lovely sentiment. There are flowers which remind me of my Dad.. he was an avid flower gardener.
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Funny how certain little things can trigger such reminders. Lovely image!
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How lovely to see your mother reflected in a flower.
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Very pretty geraniums.
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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. … ๐
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