These are my hydrangeas. I have five of them. They are all this big. I think they take steroids at night.
These are my roses. I have eight of these. I think they’re buying steroids from the hydrangeas.
When all of this was planted ten years ago, we also put in two blue hydrangea bushes. I would get maybe 2-3 blooms combined from those two. One day, I was talking to a gardener and she said to yank them. They don’t do well in this zone, they’ll probably never bloom, get rid of them. I was going to, but they were healthy-looking and so I left them alone, content to live with their measly output.
This is what my blue hydrangeas look like now. I look at them a couple of times each day. I do the happy dance. If you stop by my house I have to show them off. I can’t believe they’re so gorgeous, and all those cold, spring days over all those years when I’d whisper, “Come to Mama”……finally paid off.
I love, love the blue hydrangeas. They remind me of my childhood running and playing at my Grandmother's house. She and many of my Aunts had these and I loved them then.
:sigh: I miss them.