We’ve had a number of hard frosts with nighttime temperatures in the teens and wind chill factors that have killed off every plant in the pots around the patio. Except for one.
In a pot on the pavers just outside a living room window, pulled up close against the glass, a single geranium plant made it through the end of the year. On December 31, Sandy plucked the last blossom to brighten a coffee table.
This fragile blooming thing has no right to be here. It should never have survived, never have made it through the killing kisses of December — yet here it sets on our coffee table. Last year I was guilty of complaining now and then when matters seemed too hard. My resolution for this year is to be as tough as a flower.