I am a title holder!
Nooooo, silly you, it's not Miss America. It's "Superior Non-Gardener". So, many moons ago when we moved into this house, I donned my sash and crown and began the adventure of trying to learn what the plants were that grew around our house - plants that popped out of the ground, blossomed, disappeared and then repeated the process year after year. With the help of a huge flower book, I managed to identify some of the growth.
One of my favorites was a hydrangea bush - a PeeGee Hydrangea. Big heavy blossoms covered the bush, starting out ivory, gaining a pink tinge as they matured. When we tried drying them, they turned the color of ancient parchment. I loved that bush.
But, eventually, you have to make a house work. My beloved bush had been planted in front of an exterior door (that the former owners obviously never used) and a set of steps replaced the beautiful old bush.
I tried relocating the hydrangea, but it died. Survival of the fittest is a law of life - and my title was wa-a-a-y more hardy than that bush.
A few years ago, I found another hydrangea. Clearance priced (wouldn't lose much if it died), nice and green (health on its side), so I bought it.
Two days ago, I found this...
It's not exactly like the original, but it's beautiful. I'm so happy. Can you feel my smile?
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice: and let men say among the nations, The Lord reigneth. I Chronicles 16:31