Another Sunday evening *

 

 I dug the geranium up and put it in a pot.  A small pot.  The kind of pot you can bring indoors.  With its six hundred and forty-six friends.  Including quite a few geraniums, foresightfully planted in small portable pots to begin with.  Last year after much grief, effort and cardboard boxes, I lost the geranium in that location after all;  this year I'll probably lose the new one to the shock of the transfer. . . .  and it'll be a mild winter so I should have left it in situ and...