I just love this time of year when the Hydrangea are in bloom. I know I've told the story more than once but I'm going to tell it again. Don't worry, it's a very short story.
Shortly after I moved in to my house, my father gave me a hydrangea bush. He brought it over and even planted it for me right under my living room window.
Maybe the fact that this came from my dad is why I love it so much. But even so, it's gorgeous if you ask me.
Even though I'm not much of a gardener, this bush thrives. It returns every year to grace me with it's beauty.
To me, a blooming hydrangea is the next best thing to having my dad return from heaven to spend a little bit of summer hanging out with me.
In other news, I'm going to skip responding to comments on yesterdays post. Instead I'll update you all here. Duke would like to thank everyone for their well wishes. He is happy to report that he is feeling 99% better today.