March 25: a close-up of my mum's lovely geranium.
I propagate a number of them each fall so I can save them for the next year in her memory.
At her service my dad had us each take home one of the lovely flowers that were there, but the one that I took home wasn't made for the east side of the state & did not survive. So I got some of the geraniums - which he, too, had propagated each year. Thus, I have memories in flowers of them both.
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