Geraniums remind me of my father. He liked to strike them from cuttings and had quite a collection of different varieties at my childhood home.
This Garden Fairy’s dress is made with geraniums my father planted in a terracotta pot in my garden.
I too seem to have caught the ‘striking bug’ with a regular collection of jars with cuttings on my window sill. I recently discovered that like roses they can have rather romantic sounding names like ‘Attar of Roses’, L’Éléganté or Spanish Angel – but of course cuttings don’t come with labels so it will take some detective work to identify the ones in my garden.
Geraniums are cheerful flowers, and my dad was a cheerful man.
I miss him.