Dad's geraniums

Not only did they survive my benign neglect all winter--they were consigned to the third-floor bathroom, the only place in the house that gets full sun--they actually bloomed all winter, despite the nasty weather.

And now, they're bustin' out all over outside the screen porch, providing some extra screening from the sidewalk, and nonstop color.  And the cats love to peer out of the gaps between the window boxes to spy on passing dogs.

Thanks for the beauty, Dad.