She could make anything bloom. I don't remember anything growing inside the house but geraniums. We had two bedroom windows and she really kept those full of geraniums. They are a beautiful plant but they always seemed a little dusty in our home. My poor mother had allergies and I remember her sneezing all over the place when those flowers were in their blooming phase.
Geraniums are pretty much an outdoor plant here in Phoenix.
Everytime l see them I'm reminded of life at 7 Hill Street. As far as Easter in this country is concerned, we've always celebrated it on a Sunday. But I'm afraid it's become too easy to focus on that imaginary rabbit. There was a dead rabbit on 39th Avenue, close to the police station. I think I just killed the Easter Bunny.