Mom loved geraniums. She had planted a row of them in a ground-level planter on the eastside of the backyard on Elda. They are perennials, low-maintenance, durable, and beautiful. I wasn't much of a fan of these plants. I didn't like the velvety leaves, made so by the fine cilia on them. In my young mind, the flower seemed a bit lackluster. Mom may have liked them because they were (and are) popular in Denver.
