11 May 2008

Greenhouses, Geraniums and Root Beer Floats

We are fortunate to have a neighborhood greenhouse, and I went there yesterday to buy more herbs for my garden and some red geraniums for my mother. The greenhouse occupies a large parcel of land surrounded by a business and residential area, thus providing an oasis of color and earth scent. Its flowers and hanging baskets attract hummingbirds, which fly in through the open casement windows.

Other birds are attracted too, and their song provides background music. The place is aptly named Chantier's Floral and Greenhouse.

Grandma Annie had a neighborhood greenhouse, too: LeBlanc's, a smaller place tucked behind Ronnie LeBlanc's little white house in the shadow of St. Mary's
church. On late spring mornings, we'd set off there together, a basket over her arm and mine, to buy annuals.

Annie stocked up on pansies, marigolds, and impatiens, while I marveled at the colors and drank in the warm, fertile smells. We always met someone Annie knew, but at LeBlanc's, I was never bored while the grownups chatted. I was too intrigued with the colors and petals.

We'd lug the now-heavy baskets home, and in a day or so, Annie would return for geraniums for the cemetery plots. She cared for the graves of her parents, and her husband's family; the latter plot included not only my grandfather but also the graves of little Marian and the twin boys Annie lost during World War I.

Many summer evenings, Annie would often suggest a drive to the cemetery. I enjoyed these, as I loved to wander nearby, looking for old stones and perhaps, a mystery or two while Annie and my aunt tended to the geraniums.

Back home, perhaps to take the edge off the bittersweet experience, Annie would suggest a root beer float. Soon a tray of tall glasses with spoons and straws would appear, and we'd settle down into the deep chairs and sofa in the living room while the summer night deepened.

Note: What is a window in Paris without geraniums? I liked the subtle rosy tones of this building in the Butte Aux Cailles.

15 comments:

Zoomie said...

I knew as soon as I saw your photo that it was Paris - in fact, I thought perhaps it was our apartment building in the Marais, it was so similar! There's something about the light there that just sings of Paris!

MyKitchenInHalfCups said...

Mimi I love reading this. You somehow capture the little girl so beautifully as well as Grandma Annie.
Paris and geraniums just do go together. I wonder how many photos we've taken while there of windows with geraniums. I want to take many more:)

Toni said...

Mimi, your writing is always like a warm embrace. Your memories are so vivid they could practically be my own!

Paris windows with geraniums - yes. As well as the windows in Switzerland, where I spent a summer when I was 13. And now in my own garden, geraniums play a dominant role.

Judy said...

What a beautiful picture and story. I walked right along with you and Grandma Annie. I have two flower pots on my patio but no herbs or geraniums yet. Next weekend when I'll have more time..whoops almost forgot the catnip for the kitties. Can't forget them.

Mimi from French Kitchen said...

Zoomie, there is a special light in Paris, even when it is rainy and dark. It is layered somehow, watercolor-y.

Tanna, we were on the bus to Montparnasse when I saw the most incredible balcony of geraniums ever. One small corner balcony and thousands of trailing flowers. Ooh la la!

Toni, I cannot live without geraniums. I love the flinty scent. I use Mrs Meyer geranium products all over the house.

Judy, I'll be picking up an order of geraniums from the local women's club sale next week - I will think of you shopping for them, too.

katiez said...

Small towns and cemetaries....
I always went with my mother - and played among the stones, while she 'tended' the graves....
And root beer floats??? I haven't had one since I was a teenager!

Mimi from French Kitchen said...

Neither have I, Katie. One of these days, I will make one with low-fat ice cream and diet root beer.

Zoomie said...

No, Mimi, since you have a rootbeer float only every now and then, have a _real_ one with good ice cream and good root beer!

Mimi from French Kitchen said...

Hmmm...there's an idea...

Erika W. said...

I love that photo. It is so warm and inviting- it makes me want to live there!

Mimi from French Kitchen said...

I thought so, too, Erika.

I liked that little enclave just south of Place d'Italie.

kitoko said...

It was 76 and sunny in Paris on Monday. I think I was the only one who brought a sleeveless dress. I am probably also the only one who has Paris temperatures on my home page instead of River Falls too! I can still taste the chocolate noir and vanille cerise gelato we had.

Charm & Grace said...

Mimi, my grandmother used to make root beer floats for all her grandchildren... except me. I never acquired a taste for root beer, but now all my children love it. So, I must get some with some ice cream soon and make them a treat. Aren't traditions fun? Thanks for this thought-provoking post.

Blessings,
Christi

Betty C. said...

Window shots are so fun -- had I gotten into that in Paris, though, I don't think we would have gone anywhere!

Mimi from French Kitchen said...

Christi, I was never crazy about root beer as a kid, but I like the memories its taste evokes.

BC, people watching from any vantage point is high art in Paris, in my opinion.

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