Green fingers are the extension of a verdant heart.
Russell Page · British garden designer
1906 - 1985
Three months ago when I bragged about my inherited hydrangea, I could hardly wait for planting season to arrive — then when it did, I grew nervous and began to drag my feet.
- North side of the house?
- Not enough direct sunlight.
- South side then?
- No way, it would block the forsythia.
- Back flowerbed?
- In the only suitable spot for Grandmother's hosta?
- Okay then, somewhere out in the yard?
- Just another obstacle to mow around.
- How in the world will I get it out of this big planter?
- This dilemma eventually took care of itself when the rotten wood began to fall off, making the rest easy to remove.
- But what if it becomes fungussy and diseased?
Hates living here and refuses to bloom?
Or just shrivels up and dies?
- You'll never know at this rate, will you?
Finally settled on a location, dug a big hole, pushed it in. Even remembered to use root stimulator.
|And look what I found hiding under several years of dust in the garage —|
An old fashioned hydrangea's best friend!