I look out my bedroom window, my feet never gracing the floor, push back the curtains…just to make sure she is still there. In the shadow of a Saturday morning, this hydrangea boldly blooms. Hydrangeas are held in highest regard in this girls garden. I can never have too many, I can never get enough of their bodacious beauty….I simply love hydrangeas.








I want a white one.
I can root you one from this Goddess of mine.