Before setting out to Salem yesterday, thanks to some misdirected saliva, I had a choking fit. Throat clamping shut. Air not coming in. It’s one of those experiences that is equal parts ordinary and terrifying. There I was wheezing and wheezing, Finn looking on with concern. A little later, coming out of Dunkin Donuts to an asphalt landscape under dreary skies, I thought, “this, too, is beautiful.”
About two hours later, my sister and I ventured forth into Kane’s greenhouse, which was heavenly with its moist heat and riot of color. Look at the glorious geraniums!
Her new wide windowsills will house these splashes of life perfectly. She’s good with geraniums.
Little by little.
Applies to moving. Applies to quilting.
Applies to writing.
Greenhouses in early spring are so uplifting and enriching to one’s mental health. Your flowers will bring lots of life to your sister’s apartment. Careful with the swallowing.
Yes. Uplifting enriching. Womb or sauna like. So lovely.
(((Dee))) so glad you are still here!
Thanks
…applies to life! I remember a long time ago, reading that it is good Feng Shui to place red geraniums outside your front door. I have one still alive 😉 Maybe I’d better luck if I replace the one that died! I wish an abundance of wonderful for your sister in her new place.
Makes sense about the feng shui. They are so welcoming. And yeah. If not replace the dead one, at least get rid of it !
Haha Oh it is long gone and the pot filled with something else!
Oh thank goodness. There’s nothing worse for Feng Shui than plants that are dead or furniture that you hate.