Talk about dogged determination. The calendar has flipped to January. It’s pretty cold out there, but the geraniums of summer live on.
Checking out the geraniums is now part of my morning routine. While Daisy is doing her thing in her side yard, I peek around the corner of the garage to see if the geraniums have made it through the night.
I’m happy to report that as of January 2’nd, they are still standing tall. A little more sparse; perhaps a bit faded, but holding on to the memory of summer and warmth.
Have to smile at their stalwart attempt to thwart the elements. At some point, January’s icy breath will win, but I’ll be rooting for the geraniums every day until that happens.
As people, we have an advantage. We can bundle in coats and scarves. Pull hats on our heads and boots on our feet, but in our hearts, we’re simply playing a waiting game until winter’s grip eases, and we can revel in the warmth once again.