#gerainium

Found memories are found within my mind, when I see or think of gerainiums, sweet peas, roses, my favourite flowers and the ones I knew from the earliest ages. My go too flowers, with there two toned leaves, and knowing shape. Indoor or outdoor, I always smile when I see them, and now I often think back too my childhood, to my Grandad’s greenhouse, full of sweetpeas, the garden with a few roses, and those gerainiums. They will always be amongst my favourites, but now they also serve as a little reminder, a nudge and nod too the past, and sometimes this makes me smile, sometimes this makes me sad. It rather depends. Memory is a funny thing. The seasons bring with them different flowers, different plants, different memories of gardens and the people who tended them. A plant too brighten up my bedroom, to brighten up my life. Gardens started with enthuasium and love, that often dwindle as the weeks pass by, moods abate and darken, and all is lost, except for those memories. We shall try again, and perhaps one day we will be as good as our teachers once were, but without them here to guide us, we are unsure.

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