Jun 16 2012
My husband calls me the geranium woman. It’s the one flower I can plant at six thousand feet that the animals won’t dine on. Perhaps it’s the smell. I’m not sure, but living up here for the last five years I’ve discovered that they won’t eat them, so consequently I have them everywhere, spilling over in clay pots, tucked into the waterfall area. They are fairly hardy flowers, and I’ve been known to even nurse some over the winter in the garage. Tending flowers reminds me of the impermanence of life and how fleeting time is. Flowers urge me to stay in the present moment and follow the seven steps of The Way. As the days continue to lengthen until the solstice, I hope you are able to get out in Nature and create your own little bit of heaven.