Mother’s hydrangea

This lovely hydrangea blossom reminds me of my mother. At 88 she went shopping with me to a garden center, her last visit to such a store. At 94 now she no longer gets excited about flowers, but at the time she wanted to buy us a plant as a house-warming gift. It bloomed only that first summer, and after four years of no blooms, it has suprised us this summer with this beautiful flower. I intend to dry it and keep it forever, as it will always remind me of my mother, when she loved flowers as much as I do.

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A Southern writer living in the Pacific Northwest.
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