Wednesday, August 3, 2011
But not the geranium. I love geraniums and geraniums love me. I have a collection of them and I don't know them by name. Maybe the light pink one is a Mårbacka...
Some call Geraniums grandma's flowers. I think they are adorable even in a home without a grandma. They are just representing love and comfort to me. And maybe the grandma label is just that - comfort.
My mother has told me to water them with flower extract every now and then, not to often. She has told me to break off the old flowers from the blooming crowns to nurture the buds to come in bloom. To nip off old crowns to give energy for the new ones coming in. And all this I do. I can. I can care for a geranium. There is something soothing in nipping off those old crumbled dry flowers. To care for a geranium is to be mindful. Right here, right now with no distracting thoughts or stress. Yoga for my mind and soul. Just a few minutes now and then and look how beautiful they become. And the best part is that it doesn't matter if I forget to water them, they will survive for weeks... Geraniums is love to me.