I wouldn't have thought that anybody, outside of those newly retired to South Devon, has planted a hydrangea in the last thirty years. Rhodedendrons, or at least the dwarf ones, are almost rehabilitated. Hydrangeas are the living definition of 'infra-dig'. So, when we inherited a hydrangea in the front garden, we were kind of snooty about it...
But we're snooty no longer. Despite my pruning style being a bit on the brutal side, the hydrangea just keeps coming back for more. Right now the flower heads are just starting to get a tinge of pink. It's both welcome mat and defensive ring.
They'll be cerise by late July, and fade almost to white before being infused with colour again in Autumn. The leaves will go from green to vermilion.
It's both welcome mat and defensive ring. This is the suburban front garden plant that says 'yes, come round for a cuppa, but don't make a habit of it'. It's a sort of blousy, unsophisticated, 'let's just get on with it' kind of a plant. I love it.
But we're snooty no longer. Despite my pruning style being a bit on the brutal side, the hydrangea just keeps coming back for more. Right now the flower heads are just starting to get a tinge of pink. It's both welcome mat and defensive ring.
They'll be cerise by late July, and fade almost to white before being infused with colour again in Autumn. The leaves will go from green to vermilion.
It's both welcome mat and defensive ring. This is the suburban front garden plant that says 'yes, come round for a cuppa, but don't make a habit of it'. It's a sort of blousy, unsophisticated, 'let's just get on with it' kind of a plant. I love it.