the perfect shade of blue. This bush is more than 35 years old and she does absolutely nothing to it--no water, no fertilizer, nothing. I fight envy as I labor to keep my fledgling pink hydrangeas alive in the back yard--three years in and I still haven't turned them blue! Oi vey.
Well, after growing up and living there for 35 years, Bea just sold her house--in a hot minute for a hefty sum-- to a developer, who will clean out, gut, renovate, and resell it ASAP. Let's be honest--this is a good thing for Brad's and my home's value. But Bea has been a kind neighbor, and I hate to see her move. I dread long days ahead of hammering, drilling, and other construction noises that will interrupt Mason's nap. And I fear for this beautiful bush's life. Will it survive a complete overhaul of the property? I doubt it. I would beg the developer to give it to me, but where on earth would I put it?
I intend to enjoy these idyllic blooms this summer and pick them to my heart's content. (Bea gave me permission to take as many as I'd like!) This poor bush may not live to see another blooming season!