Friday, July 2, 2010

Flower Mama






If I had a box of cigars, I'd be passing them out like a proud poppa (mama). We have lived in this house for fifteen years. The first year the hydrangea bush flowered, but every year after that, it refused to bloom, although the greenery was lush and beautiful. I don't know if my friend, Lynn, who is so thoughtful and spiritual, sent some good vibes this way, or if she had sprinkled fairy dust in the card she sent which included an article about why hydrangeas don't bloom. I went outside a few days later and, kid you not, the bush is flowering. I have not one, but three blossoms, and the one is a huge cluster of about five flowers. I am so happy. Every time I walk outside I get this goofy grin on my face and coo at my new babies. Last evening when I went outside, I didn't notice our new Bosnian neighbors seated on their patio, (literally, sitting on the the cement), but they sure saw me acting like a goofball holding that huge blossom in my hands and goo-gooing at it. I don't care. I am ecstatic, and indebted to Lynn for whatever she did. Photos: courtesy of my hubby, Bill O'Connell

6 comments:

irishoma said...

Hi Linda,
Great photos and lovely post. It's the little things in life that matter.
Donna

Linda O'Connell said...

Donna,
You are absolutely right about that.

Tammy said...

I've struggled with those, too. Your pictures should be framed! Luscious!!

Bookie said...

I am happy you have blooms! They are lovely; hydrangeas are a beauty of their own.

I planted cucumbers in a big pot this year. Lots of vines and flowers but so far only one little cuke growing...I know what you mean about our
"babies"!

Susan said...

Dear Linda...Congratulations on the flower babies! Please pass the cigars. The flowers are gorgeous. Susan

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

So how did you do it? I have hydrangeas in my back yard and they bloomed this year...after a fashion, meaning, er...not so well. What is the secret? Tell me, tell me, please!