Recess: Roadkill

Recess means we take a break and play. It’s important to do that once in a while.

This photo was taken several years ago in a parking lot in Dillon, Colorado. It made me laugh heartily, to the confusion of my husband.

I have no idea what the story is behind this, why someone would have such enmity against a geranium. And this is intentional; had the plant merely fallen off a balcony or a truck, it would have its pot around somewhere.

I love the way you can see the tread marks…


  1. james said,

    21 June 2008 at 18:03

    I thought those were petunias

  2. Igor Santos said,

    15 May 2008 at 21:59

    Oh no! Not again!

  3. qw88nb88 said,

    16 August 2006 at 15:47

    Kev, Kev, remember: Don’t panic.

  4. Kev said,

    16 August 2006 at 14:56

    A squashed pot of Geraniums and no Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy references yet?

  5. qw88nb88 said,

    16 August 2006 at 5:26

    That’s the soil around the root ball. And yes, that’s really fresh roadkill.

    I’m not keen on the foliage scent of ordinary zonal geraniums (Pelargonium x hortorum to the picky), but there are some 100+ different kinds of scented geraniums that are fabulous. The nutmeg and rose ones are my favorites.

  6. Ms. Clark said,

    15 August 2006 at 22:34

    I know one other person, beside myself who really really does not like the scent of zonal geraniums (I know it’s not a true geranium). Is that a brown plastic pot or just the dirt? I’m guessing someone was angry at someone who gave someone the geranium. That’s really fresh roadkill isn’t it?

  7. qw88nb88 said,

    15 August 2006 at 18:14

    What’s Max X?

  8. Lisa said,

    15 August 2006 at 17:44

    This is the Max X version of pressed flowers.

  9. 15 August 2006 at 15:31

    Hmmm. Maybe the pot was dropped, the geranium fell out, and the owner was too lazy to pick it up but wanted to keep the pot?

    This calls for some investigative journalism. Let’s get Geranium Rivera on the case.

  10. 15 August 2006 at 15:05

    Which is as much to say that Mr Anderson and I might both be flute players who can stand on one leg, but never mind his seniority he craves an audience but I do not need one (or do I?)

    I wonder whether he can spin and play as I like to, not knowing what I do, but that it is good for me to do that.

  11. 15 August 2006 at 15:00

    “We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow,
    searched for the last pigeon, slate gray I’ve been told.
    Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush,
    heard it sigh and left it to die.
    At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own,
    held its poor broken head in her hands, dropped soft tears in the snow
    and it’s only the taking that makes you what you are.”

    But you see I do dwell in the past :)

  12. Lisa said,

    15 August 2006 at 13:22

    damned plant!

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