This photo is not enhanced.  The actual flowers were even brighter

This photo and the next 3 from the wonderful hydrangeas at their festival in West Falmouth, MA July 22nd

It took a certain kind of chutzpah to place hydrangeas,  along with  my other  carefully chosen distractions that I had placed at the edge of the pond (in our previous house).    But what did I know? I just did it.

 My thing with hydrangeas?  Typical me– I was disappointed with my hydrangeas.  I was preoccupied with how to get them as blue as this one bush in the front of  someone's house down the block.  No matter what I did, trying Miracid and Hollytone, Jobs and Espoma's Soil Acidifier, not to mention Bonide's aluminum sulfate.  Mine just didn't make the grade.  Certainly not compared to my neighbor's  very blue hydrangea. I'll admit it.  Her blue hydrangeas  were so blue that they gave me a good dose of neighbor envy.  

Which was  too bad. I only started falling in love with  hydrangea during the last few years, when blueness no longer obsessed me.   I suddenly discovered  incredible beauty that had gone unnoticed by me  before.

Leaving that aside,  this photo has stirred up a  lot of questions for me?

Such as where did I get  that kind of energy?  It never occurred to me that I needed energy. When you're young  the energy is just there. A given. Ready to be directed    Only now, with my youth  gone, do I realize that my energy had even been  there and how miraculous it was that it  existed. (speaking of the blessings we have and hardly notice until they are gone)

Energy? Once the kids got older, and she was free, Linda supplied an awful lot of it.  Here she is goofing off in the picture  below

Back to the hydrangeas!

A Linda genius arrangement

These daylilies have a story.  We brought pen and paper to a New York Botanical Daylily Show.  This was the nicest one.  Went all over Connecticut trying to track it down.  Now, years later we have tons of them all over, and give them to other gardeners.  It's so nice to see my children flourishing on their own in some one else's garden.  But back to hydrangeas

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