The passing of the seasons is largely marked by the phases of my hydrangeas. The budding in early spring, the cornflower blue of mid-summer, the pruning chores of early winter and my favorite, the deep red blush of autumn. A time when the tips of the petals turn a rusty hue and the blooms last for ages when arranged in a vase.
It’s just starting in this photo:
It’s a game of chance though, as the longer the blooms stay on the bush, the rustier they get. However, if the temperature dips below freezing, then everything turns to mush.
I’ll try to pay attention to the weather forecast and harvest big bouquets of flowers when the threat of frost is upon us. But for now, I’ll just enjoy them in their natural habitat.
Katy Wolk-Stanley
“Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.”
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We had many beautiful Hydrangea plants in our picket fenced front yard in NE Portland. That was until a month ago when someone came in cut off and stole all the blooms. The thieves sell them to the wholesale flower market on Swan Island. My wife cried, as they were some of the most magnificent gigantic blooms.
That is horrible! My father has a large number of hydrangeas, and I know he has allowed people to cut them to sell. Although his are on the side of the house. Mine are in the backyard.
Katy
Oh, Katy, I thought I was the only one who took great joy in the seasons of the hydrangea! Our very old one always blesses us with tons of blooms and I, too, love to cut them and fill vases with them at each phase of the seasons.
I planted this wall of hydrangeas when my younger son was an infant, so I always know how old they are. (14)
Katy