Samantha’s next door neighbour, Anastasia, grew geraniums. There was a whole row of geraniums growing right along the boundary fence on Anastasia’s side. The gaps in the slats of the fence meant that Samantha could get her hand through the fence with a pair of scissors and pick a bunch of geraniums for her dining room table. Not that she cut them all from the same plant; just a bloom or two from here and there.
And of course the geranium flowering season lasted for months and months. Samantha was never short of floral arrangements during spring, summer, and autumn. Such lovely reds and pinks and whites to brighten the dullest of days!
There was a knock at Samantha’s door. It was Anastasia. Could she borrow a cup of sugar?
“Come in! Come in!” said Samantha, quite forgetting the pilfered geranium arrangement on her dining table.
“Oh look!” said Anastasia, “I have geraniums in my garden exactly like that.”
“I know,” said Samantha. “It’s what inspired me to go to the market and buy these!”
“Would you like some plants?” asked Anastasia. Oh yes, indeed!
That evening, Anastasia pulled out her geraniums, sprayed them with weed killer, and threw them over the fence. She wanted to grow agapanthuses anyway.