I love geraniums, especially the lurid orange-red ones. I bought these tiny bottles in Melbourne, just big enough to hold a little bloom each. Not too long ago I found a brushed silver tri-frame that miraculously fit three of my vintage photos of some stylish women from the 1930s.
The one in the middle is my favourite; two young women in quite masculine tailored clothing, super shiny perfectly coiffed hair and leather boots hanging out with a deer in the forest.
It makes me happy to know that somewhere, that actually happened once.