Dacha Geranium

A sunny day, pebble-strewn paths, an even row of potted flowers, a fat, red cat lying on the porch steps. These are the pictures I draw for myself when I look at the geraniums.

Geraniums are one of my favorite flowers.

I love it for its lush flower heads, and the special smell of the leaves. At one time I used to breed geraniums purely because of the fragrant leaves. But even now I collect the leaves in a canvas bag, dry them and put them in the closet with my clothes.

I have several varieties of geraniums that I paint, among them snow-white collectible. There are bright burgundy, and crimson, pink.

That year my children gave my grandmother a Geranium that bloomed until the frost and branched into 5 bushes.

And the more geraniums I have, the calmer I feel. Especially since it's such an unpretentious flower.

The last geranium I wrote was based on an idea. That such flowers can be used to decorate porches and steps in the village. Well, for now I'll dream with you.