Thursday, May 23, 2013


I love hydrangeas.  There's something sensual and kind of awesome about their huge balls of flowers.  My early childhood was spent in Illinois where the winter freezes discourage plants like these from growing out of control.  (ie. keeps them very small and tidy if they grow at all.)  Azaleas and rhododendron are small shrubs not the towering, sprawling monsters they are in Virginia and even here in Philadelphia.  So these abundant blooms give me a joy that is part fascination and part obsession. 

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