At the beginning of the 19th century, the geranium was a novel and beloved plant. Thomas Jefferson took some to the White House. By the end of the century, people were sick of it.
William Morris, the design genius who elevated the marigold — the marigold! — to patterned perfection, found the geranium proof that “even flowers can be thoroughly ugly,” writes Kasia Boddy in “Geranium,” a new cultural history of the flower.
Today, the geranium is still disdained by horticultural mavens, and yet some 150 million plants are sold each year to folks who rely on that splash of scarlet (or pink, white or salmon) to decorate their summer yards, patios and hanging baskets. Can so many people be so wrong?
No. My highfalutin gardening buddies might believe that I’ve been sniffing the Citronella, but I think geraniums are okay. They just need to be used with restraint — don’t line the front walk with them — and given a little more TLC than most get.