The Blue hydrangeas seem especially hard to find this year. I drove around for quite a few days to find these, locally.
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Blue is the hush of a lark's last song,
A sigh in the sky
where dreams belong.
It dances on waves
and flickers in flame,
Soft as a secret, bold without name.
12 comments:
Ginny, these are absolutely stunning. And your blog header is awesome
The mesmerising blue really made my day
They're gorgeous. Mine are finally filling with blooms. I'll have to go out and get a picture. I'm not sure what the predominate color is this year.
Oh Ginny, the blue is soooo deep. I feel like I'm looking into the ocean. How beautiful! Love, Andrea xoxo
So glad you found them. They really are beautiful!
Oh, my goodness. They are gorgeous! They seem very calming to me. And, you know I love the poem. : )
I love blue hydrangeas!
I love blue!! I love blue hydrangeas. :-)
The blue ones are my favorites.
Beautiful Blues and Beautiful poem,
Sue
A little bit like Heaven.
It looks like those blue hydrangea were a real hunt, It's frustrating when something you're looking for is hard to find locally. They must be extra special since you went to such effort to get them.
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