When I was a child it was called a geranium. They were red, coral or white, and most had a scent that made us wrinkle up our noses in disgust. My mother over-wintered her geraniums from one year to the next by storing them in the basement. By late winter, they were alive and sprouting again, and eager to send us pinching our noses in disgust for one more summer. Now a geranium isn’t a geranium; it’s a Pelargonium, the red ones being x’hortorum, and now a geranium is a blue cranesbill or a storksbill, its proper name being Geranium platypetalum.
Who knew. Certainly not me. Had I known that Latin would become entwined in gardening like bind weed, I wouldn’t have learnt Spanish … since I’ve never been to Spain, but spend every waking minute of Spring and Summer in my garden talking to the flowers and tree in a language they apparently don’t understand.
Gladiolus, plural gladioli or occasionally gladioluses. Iris family. These big flouncy beauties only lasted 3-days before the rain and wind knocked them for sixes and eights.
A few of my other favourite G words are:
And be sure to pop over to these participating blogs who are also playing with August’s Alphabet:
Susan “Penless” at http://penlesswriter.blogspot.com