Photo: Robin Stubbert
Hydrangeas always remind me of my mother. They're a lovely and old fashioned flower. She grew them when I was a little girl, and I was lucky enough to get an offshoot of one of her original shrubs. My husband planted it in a flower bed in our yard for me. On long summer days, I can look out my window and see cool, blue spheres swaying in the breeze.
Blue hydrangea blossoms are the stars of this wreath. Green apples, fresh pine and cedar are the background singers. While this wreath was made for Christmas, I think I will make one like it for spring, and every time I look at it, I will think of Mama.
Source: Country Living
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
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