Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.—Arthur Conan Doyle, “The Naval Treaty”
And for those who want to linger in the garden awhile on this end-of-the-month Friday, here are some poems on geraniums (though none quite so red, and good, as those I came across in Santa Fe).
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Santa Fe Geraniums