Big pots of geraniums, each with a spike in it and each waiting for the addition of some sort of ivy looking stuff. I looked in Mother’s bank statements to see to whom she had written a check for flowers last May and found Nature Scene. I looked and looked for the place and then thought that perhaps it wasn’t listed because it is run by Amish folks. Well, it is actually Nature Lane and it does not have a website. It is on a dirt road. But I found it . . . and now we have geraniums.
As I type this, I think I am going to get up very early Thursday and take the arrangement for my father’s grave down to Kingman. I’ve just left Google maps in my yearly search for a route that will make a straight line on a four lane highway to Kingman. By now I have discerned a pattern when it comes to the results of this search. I will have a rough idea of meandering there.
I tend to look for back roads, avoid the four lane highways and love meandering through the countryside. Especially during the spring and planting/early growing seasons. It’s the farm girl in me I guess. But then when I HAVE to get somewhere fast the super highway does the trick.