I went to visit a friend who lives just down the street. She has hydrangeas that have been growing in her yard for nearly thirty years.
Lilac. Blue. Purple. They amaze me.
Perfect little bouquets...
I loved the short walk home with my colorful bouquet; feeling the pride of a child who has just picked flowers from her mothers garden, and dreaming of what they would look like in my white pitcher on the dining room table.