Hydrangeas, one of my favorite flowers in this world.
There is no fragrance, no syrupy sap dripping from the blossoms.
Hydrangeas remind me of an elegant lady of the king's court...looking so beautiful that nothing else is required.
When we were in London and France this summer, the hydrangeas were in full and luscious bloom.
Along the sidewalks in London, on the way from the bus to our hosts' home...
In front of the Tourist Information Center in Chartres, France...
I've planted several hydrangeas in my flower beds.
The climate here isn't perfect for those tender tootsies of the flower world, but you know what?
Every single year, they bloom in grand profusion for me!
They bless me with their graceful and exquisite presence.
Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas turn rust and go soon.
Already mid September a line of brown runs over them.
One sunset after another tracks the faces, the petals.
Waiting, they look over the fence for what way they go.
~ by Carl Sandburg