Since this is the first spring that we have experienced in this house, we welcomed a few surprises in the garden this year.
A mini yellow rosebush.
Some, ummm, other kind of pink rose bush.
But my favorite, by FAR, is the hydrangea that we have growing on the side of the house.
Every morning I go outside and tend to it.
And by “tend to it” I mean that….
I water it a lot and will it not to die.
I had assumed (or maybe hoped) that it would be white….
So when it began to flower this year we were definitely surprised to see the pink and and purplish blue color of the blooms.
But since Hydrangea, or myfavoriteflowerinthewholeentireworld, are beautiful no matter what….
I’ll take what I can get.
Last night I was finally going to put aside the irrational fear I have, and cut a few blooms to bring inside the house….
But the hubby, ever the voice of reason, suggested that since I am leaving today that I should probably wait… Since surely they would die at his hand before I returned.
I also thought maybe I would cut a few blooms to bring to my Grandmother, ya know… to freshen up her room at the nursing home.
But I am not sure how they’d fair on the plane while I juggle my bags and baby.
We’re off today for our short stint in Houston.
Prayers for a safe and Grace filled trip are always appreciated!