I would be terribly amiss if I did not mention the hydrangea bush viewed outside my kitchen's sitting area since it swells my soul every day with its prolific blooms and vivid colors. The first summer of our residence in this house, this bush gifted us with lavish pink flowers.
Our ignorance in pruning methods caused it to produce absolutely no blooms the next summer. After that disappointment we decided to just leave it alone thinking someone would eventually tell us the correct manner to prune. Now, three years later, we have a copious bush that contains shades ranging from the brightest pink to the coolest purple. I know it is related to the soil content but I prefer its hue ambiguity immensely. These days I cut and place the fresh flowers in crystal vases to bring inside. Soon I will cut them to dry to remind me of hot summer days when the winter winds blow cold outside my kitchen's sitting area.
Our ignorance in pruning methods caused it to produce absolutely no blooms the next summer. After that disappointment we decided to just leave it alone thinking someone would eventually tell us the correct manner to prune. Now, three years later, we have a copious bush that contains shades ranging from the brightest pink to the coolest purple. I know it is related to the soil content but I prefer its hue ambiguity immensely. These days I cut and place the fresh flowers in crystal vases to bring inside. Soon I will cut them to dry to remind me of hot summer days when the winter winds blow cold outside my kitchen's sitting area.
