The geranium potted on my desk finally bloomed. Water water water. So demanding. It lives on my desk, pining for the outdoor life like a caged bird, but there is no safe place for it our wild suburban yard. Jerry framed an area of our yard and planted peppers and tomatoes. I scrachted up some dirt and strew bulbs where some flowers have since grown and died. I like gardens but I don't like gardening. And geraniums smell funny, but they are pretty, like a lot of people I know.