Last summer I was moaning that my hydrangea bush had NO flowers. This year, I have plenty of flowers.
Why is that I am now moaning because of the 4 hydrangea bushes I once had .. the one bush that survived bad winters and roofers gone wild .. is the one whose blooms I liked the least?
I ask myself, am I the kind of person who is "difficult" and hard to please? The kind of person who always wants what they don't have. My flowers ARE nice.
And yet .. and yet .. at night, when I sleep, I plan hydrangea heists in my dreams where I liberate the bush with the large blooms up the road in the vacant lot.
*roofers gone wild: My favorite plant was close to the back of the house, in a pot, waiting to be replanted after we moved from our old house. When we got a new roof, the roofers threw the old shingles off the roof to the ground. The peony survived the deluge. The hydrangea didn't.