I guess my mom didn't like hydrangeas because in my childhood yard full of flowering scrubs there wasn't one hydrangea. I didn't really discover the magic of hydrangeas and their
range of delicate blues and purples until I visited my mother-in-law's home in Atlanta many years ago. I love the flower's color, the fullness of the mop-head flower clusters and the low maintenance nature of the scrub. It doesn't ask for much, but gives and gives for weeks. Yesterday I cut a big bunch to bring inside. They make me smile and soothe my soul. Thank you hydrangea!