I know many of you are experiencing some very cold weather. It's been nippy here in the morning...nippy for the Sunshine State that is. But the sun is shining and the flowers are blooming...it's December in Florida.
It is the best time of year for geraniums. I have several colors, but the red are always my favorite.
My great grandmother's black iron pot is just starting to bloom. My mother remembered her grandmother doing laundry in this pot, in the yard of her home in Georgia. If you are a visitor to this blog, you know by now we are a family that hangs on to things.
This pot has traveled from Georgia to Florida, to Virginia, and then back to Florida.
There were two of these pots in my parents yard here in Florida...always full of red geraniums. When my sister and I cleaned out my parents house I knew I wanted one of those pots. They hung from their original tripods then. My father had cemented the tripods to cinder blocks and buried them for stability. At the yard sale we held, I told a fellow interested in buying one of the pots if he could get both of them out of the ground I'd give him one pot. He did...and the remaining pot sits in my yard...full of red geraniums.
A few bits of Christmas...
...a sweet Christmas angel
Another bit of my family history resides on the shelf next to the small Belsnickle.
That black thing is actually a lump of coal. It is a piece of anthracite coal from Pennsylvania...brought home by my grandfather as a remembrance of his days as an engineer in the mines. It has sat proudly on a shelf every day of my life, in each childhood home, and now in mine...a reminder of my roots...deep in the earth of Pennsylvania.
An old iron pot from Georgia and a small lump of Pennsylvania coal...pieces of the past still with us today.
Enjoy the day,
***The beautiful sampler I shared with you yesterday was bought on Ebay. Look for The Primitive Stitcher, Linda Babb's seller name, and maybe one can come and live at your home too***