Musing on Hydrangeas

Spring has arrived around here. The air no longer has the nip at it that makes me wear upwards to eleven layers of clothes. No longer is frozen mud my constant companion and we do not have to struggle to chip pieces of potting soil off of our huge industrial sized block in order to pot up our bare root plants. It is no longer a struggle against the elements to survive.

Still I enjoy my time in the greenhouses and subsequently keeping an eye out for botanical developments. Recently I noticed that the hydrangeas are beginning to wake and stir. The still buds are no longer a brown, dead color, but are warming up to shades of maroon and deep red that remind me of  lipstick on the pursed mouths of vintage pin up girls-coy, full of life and promise.


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