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Bright, Cheerful Pelargonium

22 Dec

I recently posted a photograph of a purple Pelargonium, and many people liked it. So today, I’m showing you another that I grow: this one, a gift from a close friend.

Enjoy!

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Pelargonium

Pelargonium

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Flowers that Remind Me of Childhood

8 Oct

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Certain flowers remind me of my childhood.

I grew up in an inner-city suburb of Sydney, where gardens were far less common than in the district where we now live.

In fact, I remember only a handful of flowers that grew in my childhood home: red geraniums, snowdrops, snapdragons of many colours,   red, pink and yellow four-o’clocks, and purple pelargoniums.

Here is a photo of a direct descendant of that original purple pelargonium. When we moved, we took slips, and so the plant, as well as the memory, lingers on.

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Roots

25 Oct

Not so long ago, Ron and I took a trip to the place where I grew up: an inner suburb near the city of Sydney. How it has changed!

Gone are so many little old houses: many the cherished homes of friends and family. In their place: towering apartment blocks.

Gone,  too,  is  our old home:  its glorious stone and wrought iron fence replaced by soulless cement blocks.

But at least the public parks remain. Long ago, I’d spent many happy hours playing within their green oases. Today, we stroll around, and I share with my husband little anecdotes of childhood. My burning memories are more of tar and cement, since even my own backyard was sparse of vegetation underfoot.

Yet, even so, I remember so vividly the purple pelargoniums that soldiered on  doggedly in our front garden. Despite stubborn weeds and equally stubborn grasses, they gave of themselves, creating cheer.

Was it just a stroke of luck that my family brought cuttings of these vivid yet hardy gems to our new address, when, in the 1960’s we moved away?

In any event, these same plants: or is it their descendants? : are still soldiering on, here at home: a living reminder of from whence I came.

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