We pulled in the citrus trees. The oranges are just turning. The lemon bore no fruit this year. It belonged to my grandmother. We gave it to both my grandparents many years ago and I think it amused and delighted them - she was very proud of her lemon tree. It gets cold enough here that they must be carefully tended through the winter. Usually it sits just outside my kitchen window and I see it as I hand wash our dishes, just as she always did, side by side with my grandfather.
I picked the remaining fall tomatoes. I never do well with fall tomatoes but I can't stop planting them. These are green and hard and probably not good for much, but they sit beside my amaryllis bulbs on the counter and I think they are beautiful.
The back porch hosts a cluster of summer and winter flowers. The freeze killed the bright red hibiscus, the sweet potato vine, and moss rose, rendering them brown and limp beside the cheerful pots of azure blue pansies like those that adorned my wedding cake. The only summer flowers that made the cut, so to speak, were the geraniums.
Meg knelt at her mother's feet. The warmth and light of the kitchen had relaxed her so that her attic fears were gone. The cocoa steamed fragrantly in the saucepan; geraniums bloomed on the windowsill and there was a bouquet of tiny yellow chrysanthemums in the center of the table. - A Wrinkle in Time
The tin saucepans glittered silver, and the copper pots gleamed gold on the walls, the teakettle hummed, and the geraniums on the window-sill were redder than Mother's red dress. - Farmer Boy
If I do nothing right, and many days I feel this is the case, my children's young years are saturated with good books. I am distracted and easily frustrated. I am tired most days from staying up with a baby who still wakes me several times a night. Money is tight, as it always is in the year or so after the addition of another baby. But I drop everything to read to them. The books weave through our days in a real, living way, like finding little forest children on our hikes and imagining the Blueberry King in our garden.
I'm indifferent to geraniums and flat out dislike red flowers of any kind but two of the coziest kitchens I know feature red geraniums and so now, mine does too.