hydrangeas
a nature diary
I don’t understand the ins and outs of hydrangea blossoms, with their massive poofs of tiny four-petal flowers. But I’ve always loved them.
When we moved into our house, nearly twenty years ago, we “inherited” a perennial garden in the front yard with several hydrangeas already in place. And then we planted more in the woodland garden we created in the back yard.
People keep asking me what kind they are, but I have no idea. “Hydrangeas,” I say. “Beautiful.”
To me, they feel like summer. Not the hot, hazy late-summer days of rudbeckia, but the softer, breezy days of early summer. Of iced tea on the porch. Of evening walks to watch the fireflies.
And they’re all blooming now, right on cue.
I’m glad to have you with me on another nature walk.
If you’re curious, I also write very short, fictional tales inspired by our garden and its wildlife — quiet stories for adults who still love children’s books. Feel free to wander through at ReadPurr.com.
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