Hope in the form of geranium seedlings. Because this winter is getting to me. Grey skies, sloppy rain, cold bones. I feel like I can't remember what the sun looks like. I can light only so many candles, and read so many gardening books and catalogs. At least that's the way I feel today. Until I looked over my geranium seedlings. Out of the eighteen I started, seven remain. And I'm convinced they will continue on until I plant them in the garden, where they will thrive. I will