I love Hydrangeas. They fill up my garden with promises of heavy blooms in the summer. I can barely cup their blossoms in my two hands, my fingers don't touch, they are all spongy and delicate and pop back at me after a gentle squeeze. They grow over the path and go after my legs when I walk by. I'm not the only one who loves them, the bees are pretty wild about them too.
They are beautiful in the fall when they begin to dry and change into old fashioned mauve and cream colors. They don't pop back anymore, they have become fragile and delicate. It's time to scoop them up and bring them into the house and put them into a vase with no water. They are in retirement and have nothing to do now but relax and show off their worn petals.
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