A visit to the Grand Hotel would not be complete without a tour of the gardens. After walking through the public parts of the garden that anyone can see from the sidewalk, I took a stroll back into the woods at the garden’s edge and discovered what I had long suspected existed, but had been unable to find before: the secret geranium burial ground, the Grand Hotel private greenhouse.
Reserve geraniums, waiting to be called up to the majors.
After having little success myself keeping potted geraniums thriving for an entire summer, and wondering how the Grand Hotel gardeners managed to keep their geraniums so robust, I finally deduced that they must keep a secret greenhouse supply of geraniums to replenish the sickly ones throughout the summer. Turns out I was right, although I guess the greenhouse is not all that secret, since I was able to stroll right in.
Grand Hotel carriage, from the back of course.
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Awesome!
Thanks.
I hope those reserve geraniums make it to the big time!
I hope so too. I bet they do because I’m sure that any geranium that’s not up to par gets replaced.
My husband is the geranium king. He loves them and manages to keep them thriving throughout the summer and well into the fall here. Maybe some of it is our Virginia climate.
I would love to know his secret. Mine always look pathetic, despite watering, deadheading and fertilizer. I wish I had my own secret geranium greenhouse.
I don’t know what he does. He just loves them, and they know it. Are you being a little hostile? LOL
Maybe I am. My dad had such a gift with them, and I can’t get mine to do anything. I guess I secretly think mine should do well too, since I’m my father’s daughter, but they don’t. Guess I’m resenting successful geranium growers a little bit. But, if only I had my OWN private geranium greenhouse!