I ordered seeds yesterday. Not a big order just things that I had grown before with one exception. I don't know what made me do it but I ordered geranium seeds. I think that I just fell in love with the pictures. Sitting here, knee deep in snow, dreaming of spring and all that it brings. I had seen a blog with tiny geraniums starting...I forget now whose blog it was...it made me think that I could grow my own this year. Now in reading http://www.ipm.iastate.edu/ipm/hortnews/2003/2-7-2003/growgeraniums.html I'm not so sure. They sound very difficult and fussy to grow. What is it about geraniums that I love so much? I guess it would be that they are an old fashioned flower...they bring back memories of years ago, when my mother-in-law would have them, in crusty clay pots, in her little family room with the big glass door. She had the best luck with them...I don't think that she did anything special to them. In the fall, she would bring in so many plants to over winter. Coleus, asparagus vines, begonias, and those beautiful geraniums. She loved plants and had the greenest thumb I had ever seen. I don't think that she ever grew them from seed, however. My basement is sort of chilly and that is where I would have to plant them. I had good luck last year with zinnias, marigolds, herbs etc....and they didn't mind the cooler temps. Oh, well, I ordered them and I will give it a try. Maybe I will show the results later. Here is a poem in memory of my Mom-in-law.
by Martha Haskell Clark
Life did not bring me silken gowns, Nor jewels for my hair,
Nor signs of gabled foreign towns In distant countries fair,
But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill
The brambled cares of everyday, The tiny humdrum things,
May bind my feet when they would stray, But still my heart had wings
While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass,
And low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind-clouds pass.
And if my dreamings n'er come true, The brightest and the best,
But leave me lone my journey through, I'll set my heart at rest,
And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.