Geronimo! - sorry, geraniums.

Cold and bright this morning, so I thought I would get the geraniums before the first frosts gets them.

Here's a wee poem about them -

Holding On (by Joan Heller Winokur)

The geraniums in the flowerbeds
toss their rosy heads in the Autumn wind
refusing to accept the change of seasons.

I, too, dwell in Spring
challenging each sign of Winter
like a child unwilling to wear mittens.
I romp through heaps of leaves,
piles of collected memories,
and turn my face to the sun for renewal.