Simply Red. Among other reasons to wish we owned a building in Manhattan is that we would be able to put a flowerbox on every window sill. The folks at 462 Sixth Avenue have done it. This week we spotted this striking display of red geraniums and couldn't stop staring.
When I was a little girl, my mom and went to Spain and were inspired by the patios filled with pots of geranium. When we returned to L.A., we covered a wall in our patio with little terra-cotta pots of red geraniums.
I remember the fresh leafy smell that would waft through the yard on a hot day, or when mom shot the hose up in the air to water the pots.
Walking up Sixth Avenue this week, and passing this cheerful sight, I could swear that the traffic became quiet for just one moment, and I caught a whiff of wet brick and warm geraniums. Heck, if I can't have a whole building, I'd settle for a sunny patio. Wouldn't you? skgr