They're called
Endless Summer hydrangeas and they've been faithfully brightening our walk for months now. Here's how they looked this windy September morning, bobbing and weaving in their fall dance outfits. Plenty of warm days remain, we tell ourselves. Yesterday was a stunning show of what can be in this northern theater. Even so, we sense what's coming, feeling urgent pangs brought on by shorter days and brighter colors. But we'll brush all that away for now, to tarry a bit longer in an impossible dream of endless summer.
