Hydrangeas are one of my favorite flowers. They make the most beautiful bushes. In my backyard we have at least a dozen hydrangea bushes. Some are purple, some are blue, some are pink, and one is white. The white hydrangea bush is taller than me, and really wide. In some species of hydrangea, the ph level of the soil determines the color of the flowers, pretty cool right. You can control the color of the flower!
Hydrangeas are special at my house for some interesting reasons. There is one bush, my mom calls “my dad’s hydrangea,” that my mom planted when her father died, in his memory. This bush never had a single flower on it for 8 years, until a few years ago. When that bush finally bloomed, my mom was extremely excited. She felt like her father was smiling at her.
Two summers ago, our big beautiful white dog, Hercules passed away. His end was tragic and sudden, and we returned home early from our vacation only to put him to sleep. One of his favorite spots to lay in the yard was near the giant white hydrangea. Last year, when all of the flowers on the entire plant had all turned pinkish brown, one flower remained pure white. In my heart, I felt like it was nature’s way of saying, Hercules is safe, he came back to us and we’re glad to have him.
I know this kooky and kinda weird. These things that happen aren’t necessarily what we think they are. My mom and I might be reading into these occurrences but sometimes if it makes you feel better, it doesn’t matter if it’s real or not. How you feel about it is real and that’s all that really matters.
What’s your favorite flower? Do you read into thing? Do you have something that reminds you of someone you’ve lost, that makes you feel better when you see it?