Hydrangea hiatus
Endless Summer, they call this new breed of hydrangea. We knew, of course, that could never be true. Now it is October, ha, more like Noctober with the brutish November cold and wind and rain catching the soft summer leaves on the willows and maples totally off guard and unable to slip gracefully into their stunning fall outfits. Summer is dead, Bachman's lied, so to hell with them all, but hey, winter can be beautiful too. Nothing, no one lives endlessly, but if you consider these faded, aging hydrangea blooms, it's really not so late, there's still a great plenty left in our lives to enjoy.
Endless Summer, they call this new breed of hydrangea. We knew, of course, that could never be true. Now it is October, ha, more like Noctober with the brutish November cold and wind and rain catching the soft summer leaves on the willows and maples totally off guard and unable to slip gracefully into their stunning fall outfits. Summer is dead, Bachman's lied, so to hell with them all, but hey, winter can be beautiful too. Nothing, no one lives endlessly, but if you consider these faded, aging hydrangea blooms, it's really not so late, there's still a great plenty left in our lives to enjoy.