Maria named her rescue Geranium “Arabella,” today, a name she thinks her forlorn geranium will grow into.

Arabella was failing, choking to death at the hands of some dominant and aggressive Dahlias.

She was deprived of space, water, or sunlight. Maria liberated her and moved her into the bedroom quietly one night.

I saw in the morning when the sun backlit her lonely silhouette.

We mean to keep her there throughout the winter, and I am getting attached to her. I like the name Arabella, and I’ll be taking photos of her progress continuously.

She’s a metaphor for love and compassion.

I hope she gets better, I’m sure she will, geraniums are tough.