Today has been a perfect, gorgeous summer day. The skies are clear and blue, the sun is shining warm, bright rays, and there’s just enough of a breeze to keep the air from getting too hot. Earlier this afternoon Olof took Petra out for a walk in her pram while Tage, the dogs, and I puttered around on the porch. (Lydia, as usual, was off playing with friends — it seems we hardly see her these days.) After a little while Olof and Petra came home and he lay in his hammock while Petra took a good, long nap and I re-potted pelargoniums. Tage made his rounds between the three of us, keeping an eye on us and making sure we maintained order in the ranks.

I re-potted twenty-two plants, mostly cuttings that had outgrown their original pots. Much to my surprise, all eighteen cuttings that I took from the Lizzier Salmon Eyer that I bought a month ago had rooted to one degree or another, and what had once seemed a plenitude of empty pots rapidly decreased in number as I moved the cuttings from their box planter to individual pots. I briefly considered selling them on Tradera, but decided that was more trouble than I wanted to go to. It will be much easier, I think, just to parcel them out among my pelargonium-loving family and friends.