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[freyakitten]

Some days, my tummy announces its displeasure at what I have decided to eat for breakfast before I eat it. Sometimes it waits until three hours later. Some days it waits only as long as it takes me to get to the point of brushing my teeth before running out the door.

Today was one of the last. At least I didn't have to brush my teeth twice this morning. And I have a pretty geranium sitting in my desk vase. It's amazing how well the white with pink centres in the top two petals goes with my black, red and gold "I can't bust this and I've tried" metal of some kind vase.

I'm thinking of growing one of these geraniums from a cutting so that I can rip out the ugliest one in my garden and replace it with this. It's a low-growing one (I think) and it is growing just down the road from work. There are a lot of pretty geraniums growing in the streets around here. Few in the gardens, but lots in the street patches of dirt. I guess that the people who planted them thought that they were one of the prettier really hardy plants.

The people who live in the area that I work have a fairly organised 'pretty streets' brigade - I used to live a couple of blocks from here.

Please Note: Lots of sticky tape is no substitute for picking a lump of bubblewrap that it approximately the right size.

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[freyaw.livejournal.com]

Every year, my mother has a line of geranium cuttings growing in glass jars on the kitchen windowsill. As far as I know, there is just water in those jars, and she has an 80% or better success rate.

She never plants any of the geraniums in her own garden, they're all for fundraisers.