June would not be June without a great big planter of red geraniums (cranesbills) blooming on the walk in front of the little blue house in the village.
The flowers are a long standing tradition, and every year, I remember their vivid ancestors who graced our threshold in summers past and greeted everyone who came to the door. I remember their shape, their color, their texture, their green and rather peppery fragrance. Perfection in every way, and I thank them.
Happy June, everyone!
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My tame flowers who also sit upon my front porch, offer a second sensual joy...their fragrances as I pluck the old blooms or leaves away, and bring my fingertips to nose! Ah. Geranium is so different from petunia!
Happy June! It's my favorite month. :-)
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my favorite month also, and love the red bloom.
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