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. This year's offering is accompanied by vivid purple petunias, strawflowers in a bright reddish pink and a tall spiky thing in the middle.
The flowers are a long standing tradition, and every year, I think of their 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. They were perfect in every way, and I thank them.
Happy June, everyone!
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Yesterday I also dove into a geranium with the phone camera. Such RED~
The same to you
hanging on
heart doctor tomorrow to check pacemaker
Your words so special to me.
Yes.... I happily join in this one to the geranium. Got to love them. Happy June!
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