still thinking about those poppies…

when we were walking around the English Garden yesterday these poppies popped out at me…

a few weeks ago, one of the baskets we picked up had geraniums in it amongst the purple and white flowers…

I wasn’t sure I wanted to buy it because I am not fond of the scent of geraniums… my daughter suggested I remove them, but I decided to leave them in the container… a few died, but some have survived…

I’m finding now that the pop of red reminds me of the poppies, which remind me of my beloved… it also reminds me of my mother-in-law who planted geraniums alongside her driveway and overwintered them in the basement each year…

each time I walk by the window I see them from a distance and think of my beloved…