Geraniums and marigolds were two flowers my mother couldn't tolerate.  As
a kid, I tended to agree with her.  They were a far cry from roses.
 
As the years passed like sand through the hour glass, I didn't give geraniums
more than a passing thought.
 
While I was in France with my Army husband, I planted flowers by our front
door step. No geraniums or marigolds -- only sweet scented flowers.
 
While pulling weeds from my small garden one day in June, my husband
arrived home just before no...

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