Of all the flowers in my garden, the hydrangeas are my first and everlasting love. Their simple grace of twirling petal clusters is enough to make my heart flutter. Last year, I counted all the hydrangeas I had throughout my property (a standard 1/4 acre city lot), and I think I totaled just over 25 of all shapes and varieties. I have the mopheads, which are synonymous with cottage gardens, and the lesser-know paniculatas, which evoke Victorian grace with their age-tinged blooms.
The paniculatas have a few weeks before blooming, but my mopheads are phenomenal. In fact, two of my color-changers have white, light green, pink, blue, and the in-between purple blooms all on one shrub–which isn’t possible due to the soil content, but I guess my hydrangea is saying, “The world will end in just a few months, so let’s give the blooms all we have!”