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