The Geranium, hereafter known as Gloria, went out onto the balcony and made it her own. She took over a little table, grew dozens of leaves and buds, and even attracted a compliment. ( Here geraniums are seen as old ladies plants and not really considered favourably so the compliment was rather along the lines of, "Gosh, she's a big one, isn't she!" Still.)
She loved our early hot summer spell and flourished.
But on Thursday morning, while I was in the kitchen trying to set a world record for eating a bowl of porridge at the same time as tying my shoelaces I opened the curtains and …. I saw half of Gloria blowing next door. Fierce wind rushing down to the river had snapped a big chunk off!
All my fault, I know. I've so enjoyed seeing her run riot that I've been overwatering her. Oh well, I'll have to replant the broken bit and hope that she settles down again. You never know, I might end up with two Glorias.
***And if I can ever work out how to load photos onto this laptop, I might even show them to you.