I have a blue geranium. I was given it a few years ago when it was small. Sadly it's still small. It has not had a happy life.
Every year the poor thing found itself crowded out by the buttercups that have colonised the back garden. Every year I have gone out and scrabbled in the dirt to try to give it a bit of room. Every year it has clung on pathetically and I have feared for its life.
But this year it did its thing! It has flowers. More than one! It's a happy, happy plant and I am a happy, happy person.
I think it will live.
Here is a picture of one of its flowers, and I hope you note the bloody buttercup trying to sneak into the bottom corner. The damn things are all over. The lawn has vanished under a knee high sea of weeds, nettles and buttercups.