Geraniums in the sun; geraniums not in the sun.
I’m thinking I’m better off in the Son! Won’t lose my bloom as fast!
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SENDING NOVEMBER PRAYERS
THAT YOU WALK IN THE SON!
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sweet aroma 
Same to you, Oneta!
I brought my two red geraniums into my home last month and placed them in the window. I spray them every day with a slight mist and they are doing great.
They stay healthy through the winter until I can get them back out in the spring.
That’s good to know. I tried last winter with four plants. No success. I might make another try with the mist added. Did you add water to the soil also?
In my research it suggested to pour water in the tray, water them from the bottom. Also I cut any dead or yellowing leaves off
Sonlight, Sonlight, in my soul today, Sonlight Sonlight all along the way!
Since the Savior found me, took away my sin,
I have had the sunlight of His love within!
And this is mine: You are my Sonshine, my only Sonshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You always know, Lord, how much I love you. You’ll never take my Sonshine away.