I strolled around the garden beneath an overcast sky this morning enjoying the sound of a distant train rumbling along riverside tracks. For a moment, the clouds parted allowing a beam of sunlight to briefly touch a mound of cranesbill.
None of my mounds of Geranium ‘Max Frei’ grow where they started. I’ve moved them all several times. This one grows carefree at the start of the flagstone path to the woods gate. I adore its dainty buds, and its bright magenta blossoms lend one last splash of color to the path before it turns into the shade to weave its way between hostas and ferns.
