A few months ago when winter was still hanging on, I got a call from a good friend. She had taken cuttings of her geraniums last fall and they were doing very well in her greenhouse. They were doing so well that they had started putting on blossom buds and really needed to be cut back again. She didn’t want them getting too big as spring was still a ways off. My dear friend knew of my love of growing, learning and playing in the dirt and wondered if I would like to learn to split geraniums and get some starts going for my flower pots. So early one Saturday morning in February I headed to her home with a bag of potting soil and as many 4” pots I could find in my stash. It was cold, grey and very dreary. It was still very much winter.
We played in the dirt and she taught me to take cutting, it was one of those days that the time sped by way too fast and we were done too soon. All day would not have been long enough. She kept the cutting in her greenhouse and took care of them.
In May I picked them up. I had planted 18 starts. All had taken but 1, so she had taken anothor cutting to replace it.
It has now been 3 weeks since I planted my pots with those geraniums I started in February and other plants bought from our local nursery. Imagine my excitement when I spotted the first flower. I did it and it worked.
Every time I look at my pots I think of my wonderful friend that is such a great example to me. And I remember that day that was dark, grey and dreary and the warmth and friendship we shared doing something that we both so much love.
We played in the dirt and she taught me to take cutting, it was one of those days that the time sped by way too fast and we were done too soon. All day would not have been long enough. She kept the cutting in her greenhouse and took care of them.
In May I picked them up. I had planted 18 starts. All had taken but 1, so she had taken anothor cutting to replace it.
It has now been 3 weeks since I planted my pots with those geraniums I started in February and other plants bought from our local nursery. Imagine my excitement when I spotted the first flower. I did it and it worked.
Every time I look at my pots I think of my wonderful friend that is such a great example to me. And I remember that day that was dark, grey and dreary and the warmth and friendship we shared doing something that we both so much love.
I love this post. It makes me grateful for all the people in my life that get me through cold ,grey days. I'm lucky to have so many- especially you!
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