Summer in Italy and every house has potted geraniums. Bright red and pink and overflowing. We noticed if someone had a larger piece of property it was almost certain they had a proper garden. But even those living in stone or brick apartment buildings with maybe a window or two had geraniums. There were window boxes, pots on balconies and often basil plants were tucked in between the flowers. Geraniums are like the universal plant that’s hardy and easy to grow. Our porch growing up had large pots of perfect red geraniums that my mother cared for by deadheading the flowers, feeding them with Miracle-Gro and tilling the soil to make it look as though they were just planted. In Italy the geraniums range from robust, overgrown to a bit scraggly and yet all beautiful.
We took many dirt roads that lead to a house or two at the end. No one seemed to mind that we were there or that we were taking photos before we headed back to the main road. I think here we call it trespassing. Often we were even greeted by the homeowner or caretaker…I was never quite sure. We were driving a rather large Mercedes rental car. Maybe it was the car….maybe we looked innocent enough, we’ll never know for sure, but I made a mental note to always rent a luxury car.