I’ve always been fond of irises. My mom had a dozen or so various colors when I was a kid, and I can still remember the lemony, spicy scent of the reds, the grape scent of the purples, and the petals ...
Unlike the begonias, the geranium had not one stem or bud, or tag to identify her color. As I’d potted several red geraniums months prior, I hoped this little orphan would bloom light pink, my ...