But enough about snow…
Let’s talk about hydrangeas. I have a thing for them. We had a gorgeous hydrangea bush at the first place we lived when we moved to Indiana way back in the old days. They were white, but in the fall as they dried, they became more of a burnished gold. I’ve been in a sad state of hydrangea deprivation since we moved from that property. I bought a couple plants about 10 years ago to put out on our berm, but there were two impediments to their survival: 1. they required special attention, and 2. I’m not a special attention kind of gardener. They hated the berm and the berm hated them. It killed them, in fact. If the case were to brought to a court of law, however, I’d have to be tried as an accomplice. I did my best to keep them watered, but there was no margin for error out there. One strike and you’re out. Farewell, my lovelies.
I saw these in a friend’s garden a couple weeks ago, back when we still had sunshine and warm-ish weather. Oh, how like a dream that all seems now.
You might need to be a fan of the Marvel comics/movies to get the fullest enjoyment out of the title for this blog post. Tee hee…
I’ll probably delete this in the morning, unless it’s still cold and nasty out.
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